But I know now that you can't expect anything from anybody. If somebody loves you, it's because he wants to. And it's never because it's what he's supposed to do." —Pete Cassidy

That's got to be at least one of the benefits of heaven - never having to act normal again.

But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom.

When the wicked want to bring down the innocent, they aim for a loving heart.

It is odd how we sometimes deny ourselves the very pleasure we have longed for and which is finally within our reach.

In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year.

It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends.