The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.
Humor is anger that was sent to finishing school.
Only the nonreader fears books.
I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.