Im an animal love, but I don't have the smarts to be a vet, or the heart to have been a vet cause I cry over any wounded animal.

The journey is over. Love to all.

What a strange thing it is to recognize a sound like the shriek of a wounded animal, when you've never heard the shriek of a wounded animal.

They had lost five straight. They were like a wounded animal: They came at us and they wanted it worse than we did.

All over the world there must be people like us, Anna had said then, wounded in some way by falling in love - seemingly the most natural of acts.

At some point, I had to start laughing, because I was all wrung out from crying.