No matter the disappointment, you simply cannot divorce your favorite team.
These Moments Pass: PoemsWhen we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.
These Moments Pass: PoemsWhat are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?
The Complete Fiction of Nella Larsen: Passing, Quicksand, and The StoriesThe charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.
Marcel Proust