April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

It's not what happens to us that defines us. It's what we choose to do with what happens to us that defines us.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

You have to have short fingernails or they'd just break off, and you can't wear red polish - it looks like your fingers are bleeding.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.