Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere

Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere

To get where you want to go, you can't only do what you like.

With Shakespeare and poetry, a new world was born. New dreams, new desires, a self consciousness was born. I desired to know to know myself in terms of the new standards set by these books.

The words dripped on my consciousness, sank into my being, and carried me away to the magic long ago of once upon a time.

Many have changed so much that they have lost the magic of the dream that carried them on their own bootstraps.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?