I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.

The line between the public life and the private life has been erased, due to the rapid decline of manners and courtesy. There is a certain crudeness and crassness that has suddenly become accepted behavior, even desirable.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

I longed to be a writer, always wanted to be a writer.

I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.

Being an only child and losing both my parents at an early age, I have found that the friends I have made over the years are the people who help me get through life, good times and bad.

It's always the darkest just before the glorious dawn.