I am fooling only myself when I say my mother exists now only in the photograph on my bulletin board or in the outline of my hand ...or in the armful of memories I still hold tight. She lives on in everything I do. Her presence influenced who I was, and her absence influences who I am. Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With a condescending grin he offered his hand, hardly bothering to sit up. I grasped it only because it provided me with the curio...us sensation of Narcissus fooling Nemesis by helping his image out of the brook.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Your crystal? That's silly. Whom do you think you are fooling? Come on, everyone knows that I threw the baby out of the window. Th...e crystal is shattered on earth, and I do not care. I am no longer anything but a skin, and my skin does not belong to you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Feste. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so... do I, too. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am not fooling myself with dreams of immortality, know how relative all literature is, don't have any faith in mankind, derive e...njoyment from too few things. Sometimes these crises give birth to something worth while, sometimes they simply plunge one deeper into depression, but, of course, it is all part of the same thing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »