Love, Is An Unnatural Attachment To Another

Mine Are The Deep-seated Fears Established When We Are Children, And They Never Quite Go Away: The Fear Of Being Helpless, The Fear Of Being Trapped, The Fear Of Being Out Of Control.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

Love, Is An Unnatural Attachment To Another Living Thing. It's The Root Cause Of Most Personal Problems People Have.

I Never Realized That The Blue Sky I Saw Was Not The Soft, Nurturing Sky Of Spring, But The Cold, Chilling, Lonely Sky Of Winter

Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy, You Know That.