There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.
Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.
Change is possible.' 'Change is inevitable.
Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.
You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.
Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.