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I Love Being Single. It's Almost Like Being Rich.

I've Never Known Anyone Yet Who Doesn't Suffer A Certain Restlessness When Autumn Rolls Around... We're All Eight Years Old Again And Anything Is Possible.

Grieving Is Like Being Ill. You Think The Entire World Revolves Around You And It Doesn't.

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Personally, I'd Rather Grow Old Alone Than In The Company Of Anyone I've Met So Far. I Don't Experience Myself As Lonely, Incomplete, Or Unfulfilled, But I Don't Talk About That Much. It Seems To Piss People Off--especially Men. (kinsey Millhone)