This is the saddest, most beautiful song I have ever heard. Beth Nielsen Chapman wrote it after the death of her husband. If you watch it, be warned: it's a three-hankie at least.
All alone I heal this heart of sorrow All alone I raise this child Flesh and bone, he's just Bursting towards tomorrow And his laughter fills my world and wears your smile
There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away. ~Emily Dickinson
Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. ~Neil Gaiman
Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in. ~Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The road to hell is paved with adverbs. ~Stephen King
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read. ~Mark Twain
I feel free and strong. If I were not a reader of books I could not feel this way. ~Walter Tevis
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one. ~George R.R. Martin
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Date: 2/18/08 12:37 am (UTC)All alone I raise this child
Flesh and bone, he's just
Bursting towards tomorrow
And his laughter fills my world and wears your smile
That is sad.