You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer,...– Dylan Moran
Dress for the story that you’d like to have people know about you before you...– Rachel Roy
This Much I Do Remember by Billy Collins
It was after dinner. You were talking to me across the table about something or other, a greyhound you had seen that day or a song you liked, and I was looking past you over your bare shoulder at the three oranges lying on the kitchen counter next to the small electric bean grinder, which was also orange, and the orange and white cruets for vinegar and oil. All of which converged into a random...
You can’t make homes out of human beings.– Warsan Shire