Writing Poetry And Reading Books Causes Brain

A Recipe Is A Story That Ends With A Good Meal.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.

I Was The Only Person In The World Who Thought It Was A Military Duty To Appear To Be In A Good Mood.

Walking The Streets Of Charleston In The Late Afternoons Of August Was Like Walking Through Gauze Or Inhaling Damaged Silk.

Some Things Don’t Mix. Some Things Don’t Mix At All, But Sometimes In Life You Have To Take The Risk.