"What's all the fuss?" said the crane after the eel had slipped away. "I never liked fish anyway."
AfricanThe Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the HillsI have a body, but I am not my body. I have a face, but I am not my face.
Don't Give It Away!: A Workbook of Self-Awareness and Self-Affirmations for Young Women