To stretch the truth is to tell a lie.
The advantage of growing up with siblings is that you become very good at fractions.
What do we ask of friendship except to be taken for what we pretend to be - and without having to pretend.
Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
It is the abiding faith of mortals that mortality is a temporary condition.
Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.