Sometimes you'll laugh<br> Sometimes you'll cry <br>Life never tells us$$$ the when's or why's <br>When you've got friends$$$ to wish you well <br>You'll find your point when<br> You will exhale.

For the best part of 40 years she had genuinely believed that not doing things would somehow prevent regret$$$ when$$$ of course$$$ the exact opposite was true.

And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens$$$ and there's no space too small$$$ too dark and airless and fucking hopeless$$$ for people to crawl into.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone$$$ and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long$$$ though. It's not your choice.

It's no wonder we're all such a mess$$$ is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs$$$ or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Blessed are the young$$$ for they shall inherit the national debt.

Like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist$$$ and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.