I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

Where you succeed will never matter so much as where you fail.

Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.

We all have a sense of level. It may not be based on class exactly anymore, but we still have a sense of what we're entitled to. People pick partners who are nearly their equal in looks. The pretty marry the pretty, the ugly the ugly. To the detriment of the breed.

A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.

You know, I don't think there's anything truly unforgivable. Not where there's love.

I thought there were moments to complain about your parents and moments to be grateful, and it was a shame to mix those moments up.