Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am

I Never Know Where I Am Going, Though. That Is Part Of What Makes It So Wonderful. And After All, Who Does?

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

If You Run Away From Trouble, It Always Follows.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.