people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.
To be young is the only religion.
I am a series of small victories and large defeats.
I was in love again. I was in trouble
sometimes I hate you," she said.
What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies