Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.
I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.
The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.
You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.
Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.