Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.
Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!
life live perfection Life
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
readers reading reading-books Dance
We could never go back to how things were on the day before 9/11, but maybe I could go back to who I was.