. . . Our stories are drive by who we are and what we do, and not by the events that happens to us.
It's not supposed to be easy. It's not supposed to be driving down the interstate.
We broke something, I think it was traction.
Whatever it is your doing out there, don't lose hope, you just keep digging and things can work out. I'm proof.
That's awesome. There's no bias in the media.
These days. . . it's all vanilla sex for me.
Thoughts would go in and out of my mind, but I didn't want to believe that he could have done it.
I thank thee, Mother Nature, that thou hast put ingenuity enough in the brain of a child, when attacked by a brutal parent, to throw up a little breastwork in the shape of a lie.
every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.