I Love Them, They Are So Nice

I'm Not A Bit Changed - Not Really. I'm Only Just Pruned Down And Branched Out. The Real Me - Back Here - Is Just The Same.

At Seventeen Dreams Do Satisfy Because You Think The Realities Are Waiting For You Farther On.

Outgrowing Things We Love Is Never A Pleasant Process.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.

[anne, Commenting On City Life] "i Think I Would Probably Come To The Conclusion That I'd Like It For A While... But In The End, I'd Still Prefer The Sound Of The Wind In The Firs Across The Brook More Than The Tinkling Of Crystal.