What memories for mud to have.

We're not too young for love, just too young for about everything there is that goes with love.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest.

Our classes were relatively small. Those small classes can feel like family. After a class in French or chemistry or whatever, we'd be talking in the halls about what we just learned.

Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family of the author.

Be patient. Your future will come to you and lie down at your feet like a dog who knows and loves you no matter what you are.