People Write To Me All The Time,

It's Funny How In That Moment I See Things Clearly. Am I Beaten Down? Yes. Have I Allowed Myself To Become A Victim? Somewhat. Am I Afraid? Always. Does Some Part Of Me Still Long To Fly Away From This Place? Absolutely. But I Can't Leave. Sam And I Have Built A Life For Joy. It Isn't Perfect, But It's A Life. My Family's Happiness Means More To Me That Starting Over Again. Page 210

When People Are Alive They Love, When They Die, They Keep Loving. If Love Ends When Person Dies, That Is Not Real Love

A Brave Heart? It Feels Like A Swollen And Aching Thing In My Chest.

While She Is Lovely, We Need To Remember That Her Face Is Not What Distinguishes Her. Her Beauty Is A Reflection Of The Virtue And Talent She Keeps Inside.

I Know A Lot About Women And Their Suffering, But I Still Know Almost Nothing About Men.