My Lines All Curve. I Tend To

I Think That If You Were Somehow Able To Measure The Weight Of Human Kindness, It Would Have Weighed More On 9/11 Than It Ever Had. On 9/11, All The Hatred And Murder Could Not Compare With The Weight Of Love, Of Bravery, Of Caring. I Have To Believe That.

The Older I Get, The More I Lose My Ability To Breathe.

Your Life Is Inescapable. Unless You Decide To Escape It.

After A While, You Have To Be At Peace With The Fact That You Simple Are

Serrated, Adj. And You Said, "i'm Not Sure We Can.