I Have Learned That Real Angels Don't

I Don't Want To Go To Peru. "how Do You Know? You've Never Been There." I've Never Been To Hell Either And I'm Pretty Sure I Don't Want To Go There.

Denial, Perhaps, Is A Necessary Human Mechanism To Cope With The Heartaches Of Life.

To Choose The Path Is To Choose The Destination, But Sometimes It Seems That The Path Is Under Our Feet Even Before We Know We're Walking.

There Are People I've Yet To Meet Who Are Waiting For My Path To Intersect With Theirs, So They Can Complete Their Own Journeys. I Don't Know Who Or Where They Are, But I Know For Certain That They Are Waiting.

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]