Disturbing and intriguing. The Synchronicity Factor is much more than a page-turning thriller, for its remarkable plot is rooted in real science and real history.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into the battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure she was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.
A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.
Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experience before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.
Well, look who I ran into," crowed Coincidence. "Please," flirted Fate, "this was meant to be.