Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!

The softness of a woman's lips and the softness of her boobs and the softness of her buttocks are all meant  for the man she loves.

Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life. Virtually everyone who has ever experienced grief mentions this phenomenon of “waves.

You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?

Written By Norton Juster

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links