There was nothing you couldn't do if you wanted it bad enough, and were willing to work hard enough to get it.

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

People have entire relationships via text message now, but I am not partial to texting. I need context, nuance and the warmth and tone that can only come from a human voice.

Nothing is irreversible except dying.

I never met a chocolate I could not eat.

Remember me? I'm back to my old self again. No responsibilities, no attachments, no encumbrances. I don't want to own anything, love anyone, or get too attached to people, places or things. It's a rule that seems to work well for me.

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.