Nothing In Life Is Ever As Simple

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

His Face Was Very Heavily Creased, And Into Each Crease He Had Tucked Some Worry Or Other, So That It Wasn't Really His Face Any Longer, But More Like A Tree That Had Nests Of Birds In All Of The Branches. He Had To Struggle Constantly To Manage It And Always Looked Worn Out From The Effort.

Neither You Nor I Can Know Your Destiny. You May Never Know It! Destiny Isn't Always Like A Party At The End Of The Evening. Sometimes It's Nothing More Than Struggling Through Life From Day To Day.

I Was Thanking Him For...well, For Something I'm Not Sure I Can Explain Even Now. For Showing Me That Something Besides Cruelty Could Be Found In The World, I Suppose.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.