Working as a journalist is exactly like being a wallflower at an orgy.
People have only one way to be.
I don't know why so much nonsense about age is written - although I can certainly understand that no one really wants to read anything that says aging sucks.
Your education is a dress rehearsal for a life that is yours to lead.
I have a theory that children remember two things-when you weren't there and when they threw up.
It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love or was I just desperate?