The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the first.
It's as if I've arrived in a place where it's all spirit and no body -- an overwhelming sense of calm . . . I actually began to feel blessed.
We get so caught up in what a man isn't. It's what he is that counts.
Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
A myth is more powerful - and more lasting - than reality.