So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?

No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.

I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.

Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves.

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?