Writing is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public.

It&#39;s the millenium, motives are incidental.

I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night i lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

Written By James Anthony Froude

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