He did not shrug his shoulders; and for want of that muscular outlet he thought the more irritably of beautiful lips kissing holy skulls and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined.

We will extend our arms to you[world] if you unclench your fists.

Today the only thing left of the life of those days is what one needs to suffer hunger and cold; I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself.

This is how I learn most of what I know about my children and their friends: by sitting in the driver's seat and keeping quiet.

Written By Anna Quindlen

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