Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them,… — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts. — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes. — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of humor, if… — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal. — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if… — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
I want the privilege of guiding the arrows of my children and giving them the exhortations that can shoot them into the high place. — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their… — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
