I Spent Part Of My College Years

Trollope Wrote So Many Novels And Other Works That They Tend To Crowd Each Other Out.

Mom Was A Smoker. My Grandfather Was A Smoker. My Aunts Were Smokers. My Uncles Were Smokers. I Don't Know Any Smokers Now, Not Even My Mom.

Good Intentions Are Wicked! As Far As I Can See, All They Lead To Are Lies And Delusions.

When I Came Home For The Summer After My First Year Of College, I Told My Mother That My Best Friend And I Were Driving To California. She Laughed Out Loud - 2,000 Miles In A What? Well, My Best Friend Had An Old Chevy. What Could Go Wrong?

You Know What Getting Married Is? It's Agreeing To Taking This Person Who Right Now Is At The Top Of His Form, Full Of Hopes And Ideas, Feeling Good, Looking Good, Wildly Interested In You Because You're The Same Way, And Sticking By Him While He Slowly Disintegrates. And He Does The Same For You. You're His Responsibility Now And He's Yours. If No One Else Will Take Care Of Him, You Will. If Everyone Else Rejects You, He Won't. What Do You Think Love Is? Going To Bed All The Time?