Words make love with one another.
Everyday is a good day, just some days are better
There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.
Cancer is a disease that is mysterious, headstrong and makes its own rules. And mine, to this date, is incurable.
Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.
I'm a private person. I'm shy about people knowing things.
Marriages that last are with people who do not live in Los Angeles.
Here’s my prediction: Ninety percent of what everyone will drink will be red wine, and one of the biggest markets will be China.
Self-esteem is something you have to earn!
Those who have no hope for a future life are already dead for the present one.
I have more important things to do anyway. I have a hangnail that needs my attention. (Dev)