...When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occassional cheese dip.  ― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

As the still ocean paths before the shark in starred and glittering waterways, beauty-high, the moon-swathed trees divided, pair on pair, while flapping nightbirds cried across the air.

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge.

The only thing I can talk about is just forgiving yourself, because I do not have everything together. And so I tell people: No, you should see my house, it&#39;s a mess.

Written By Susan Sarandon

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