Fame, Money And The Size Of The

The Books, The Authors Who Matter The Most Are Those Who Speak To Me And Speak For Me All Those Things About Life I Most Need To Hear As The Confession Of Myself

I Huff And Puff And Struggle With Every Sentence, Paragraph And Page - Sometimes Every Word As Well.

I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is Such A Good Term Because Love Can Only Be True. If It Isn't True It Can't Be Love.

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Rooms Are A Fixed Size, Which Can't Be Altered Without Pulling Down Walls And Building New Ones. They Should Be Unchanging In Shape And Proportions. But Sometimes They Do Change Depending On Who's In Them.