But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .
Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?
He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.
There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.
So much in life came down to timing.
Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.