Things should have beenso differentto the way they arenow.

One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.

I'm all alone, fuming at myself, waving a great flagof failure.

Stella scribbledin thick black textaacross half the pagesof my best storybook, filled with people who venturedwhere their hearts took them.Beautiful worlds beyond mine.

The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.

There're three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.

I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.

Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.

Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.

I want out of this place.With no reminders."It stings -sulphur tearsin cinnamon rain.

Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.

Loretta started belting out a song: “Row, row, row your boat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G !

Live each day with the very best of expectations.

We can't predict what's going to happen, but having love is worth the risk.

I'm a vulgar lounge entertainer, I don't need to wear a tie.

Smiles, like humor, are the most serious and complex forms of communication used by human beings.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

It's now time to organize and move forward. It's time for deep thinking, reformation of the Democratic Party.

Educate the children in your country well, and then sit and watch the rise of your country like a Sun on the horizon!

The race isn't to the swift, it's to the thoughtful.