My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
A face is like the outside of a house, and most faces, like most houses, give us an idea of what we can expect to find inside.
I hated school. . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell. . .
In silence - and in self-defense - I figured things out in my own little way.
I've learned that getting what you want gives you a pretty high batting average, and leaves you plenty to struggle for.
No one is ever too old, too rich, too poor, to pray.
I was a very wanting child.
I always keep a ball in the car. You never know.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
By the Angel, Bridget’s depressing,” said Henry, setting down his newspaper directly on his plate and causing the edge to soak through with egg yolk. Charlotte opened her mouth as if to object, and closed it again. “It’s all heartbreak, death and unrequited love. ” “Well, that is what most songs are about,” said Will. “Requited love is nice, but it doesn’t make much of a ballad.
I'm really a timid person - I was beaten up by Quakers