He Who Fails To Plan, Plans To

You Can Run But You Can't Hide

The Worst Thing About This Particular End (of My Youth) And The Beginning (of Middle Age) Is That For The First Time In My Life, I Realize I Don't Know Where I'm Going. My Wants Are Simple: A Job That I Like And A Guy Whom I Love. And On The Eve Of My Thirteth, I Must Face That I Am 0 For 2.

Maybe The Thing To Do After You Roll The Dice-and Lose-is Simply Pick Them Up And Roll Them Again.

I Don’t Know. She Was A Sweet Girl. As Sweet As They Come. I Don’t Know Why I Didn’t Love Her. It’s Something You Can’t Really Control.

Don't You Wish We Could Pick The People We Love?" "yeah," I Say. "or Just Make The People We Love Want The Same Things We Want.