The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.