Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
They are the we of me.
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.