Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.