Too much hard luck can create a permanent meanness of spirit in any creature.
Her face looks like a room with no drapes or shades.
Staying true to who you are is essential to anyone’s success.
I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much for a poem?
All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
him, trying to do the same.
Everything, good or bad, was down to me.
Screw fairy tales. My life was way more interesting.