When I Say Work I Only Mean

Will We Ever Reach A Point When It Is No Longer Necessary To Say Them And Us? I Believe We Must Reach That Point, Or Perish.

In Some Families, Please Is Described As The Magic Word. In Our House, However, It Was Sorry.

I Used To Think There Would Be A Blinding Flash Of Light Someday, And Then I Would Be Wise And Calm And Would Know How To Cope With Everything And My Kids Would Rise Up And Call Me Blessed. Now I See That Whatever I'm Like, I'm Pretty Well Stuck With It For Life. Hell Of A Revelation That Turned Out To Be.

Animals Are Less Alone With Roaring Than We Are With All These Words.

The Dead Don't Bear A Grudge Nor Seek A Blessing. The Dead Don't Rest Uneasy. Only The Living.