I love film. After a yummy meal for the whole family and some truly great friends, we often go out to see something beautiful and unique.
Some friendship is closely akin to treachery.
If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?
Oh, I know my family's not of royal blood, but you needn't throw it in my face all the time.
It's an old axiom of mine: marry your enemies and behead your friends.
Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds.
A body would think that your heart was as black as your face. People thinks now that sweeps is black all through instead of blackall over.
The way humanity manages or mismanages its nature-based assets, including pollinators, will in part define our collective future in the 21st century.
Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.
Dreams don't come true. Plans come true!
The fact is I don't lead a simple enough inner life. I indulge in excesses, bacchanalia of the spirit. Perhaps I identify too much with everything I read and study. Someone like Dostoevsky still shatters me.