You Don't Have To Think About Love;

No One Who Loves Life Can Ignore Literature, And No One Who Loves Literature Can Ignore Life.

Once Again She Would Arrive At A Foreign Place. Once Again Be The Newcomer, An Outsider, The One Who Did Not Belong. She Knew From Experience That She Would Quickly Have To Ingratiate Herself With Her New Masters To Avoid Being Rejected Or, In More Dire Cases, Punished. Then There Would Be The Phase Where She Would Have To Sharpen Her Senses In Order To See And Hear As Acutely As Possible So That She Could Assimilate Quickly All The New Customs And The Words Most Frequently Used By The Group She Was To Become A Part Of--so That Finally, She Would Be Judged On Her Own Merits.

I Like Vibrant Colors.

There's Only A Space Between Now And Here To Get Yourself Nowhere.

Take Care To Chop The Onion Fine.