Spoiled. That's all it's about - can't live without this, can't live without that. You can live without anything you weren't born with, and you can make it through on even half of that.
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
Words themselves are innocuous; it is the consensus that gives them true power.
The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.
Self-consciousness is really a form of egotism.
Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.