You Must Do What You Enjoy.

And Then Some Days You Wake Up And Everything's Perfect

She Shouldn't Speak Her Thoughts; Nothing Good Ever Came Of Speaking Your Thoughts.

This Is Me.’" He Handed Her The Precious Scrap Of Paper. ‘call Me Or I’ll Call You, But One Of Us Will Call, Yes? What I Mean Is It’s Not A Competition. You Don’t Lose If You Phone First

She Had Never Been A Proficient Flirt. Her Spasms Of Kittenish Behaviour Were Graceless And Inept, Like Normal Conversation On Roller Skates. But The Combination Of The Retsina And Sun Made Emma Feel Sentimental And Light-headed. She Reached For Her Roller Skates.

And Of Course There Is Always Joy In Witnessing The Joy Of Others