She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.

But now that she had made him her confidant$$$ he saw that he could not change this relationship.

People can die of mere imagination.

Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is 'elephant'.

Operational proof...it's all theory until you see for yourself whether or not something works.

Imagination means nothing without doing.

To truly laugh$$$ you must be able to take your pain$$$ and play with it.

Elegance is refusal.