Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

Honor is what you know about yourself.

Adulthood isn't an award they'll give you for being a good child. You can waste years, trying to get someone to give that respect to you, as though it were a sort of promotion or raise in pay. If only you do enough, if only you are good enough. No. You have to just take it. Give it to yourself, I suppose. Say, I'm sorry you feel like that and walk away. But that's hard

Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward.

When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.