When it came right down to it, the reindeer would eat you.
A true friend sees the first tear, catches the second an stops the third.
In a friend you find a second self.
We are like a snowflake all different in our own beautiful way.
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.
She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other people's opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No Words and exiled to the Land of All Bullshit.