I want to make my mark,' he says. But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

I want to make my mark,' he says. But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.