Life is a brief opportunity to do something prehumously.
Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.
Life is a vale of tears in which there are moments you just can't stop giggling.
The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.
There is always a perfectly good excuse, always a reason not to. The hardest freedom to win is the freedom from one's excuses.
From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.