How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.

“I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you o…”

“When I’m criticized unjustly (from my own viewpoint, at least), or when someone…”

“I've always done whatever I felt like doing in life. People may try to stop me,…”

“In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were…”