Who can judge another man's suffering?

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.