I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.
I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!
I like to know what I'm celebrating before I put on a party hat.
We'll have a 'rest of our lives' now.
That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father - burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin - doesn't seem to belong on it.
bitter is a bad way to live!