Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?
Virginia C. AndrewsAt the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
Virginia C. Andrewslove, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.
Virginia C. Andrews