Can't make an omelette without killing a few people.

Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.

The view changes from where you are standing. Words can wound, and wounds can heal. All of these things are true.

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

As a kid I would get my parents to drop me off at my local library on their way to work during the summer holidays and I would walk home at night. For several years I read the children's library until I finished the children's library. Then I moved into the adult library and slowly worked my way through them.

Goodbyes are overrated.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.