Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.

If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.

It is so hard trying to say what you mean.