Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
A writer wastes nothing.
Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.