To be alive at all is to have scars.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans

Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.

... you must not expect to find that people understand what they do.

The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

If we could learn even a little to like ourselves, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation.