Just because you walk a thousand miles doesn't mean you love it.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Getting too old for broken bones. Cake walk at 16, shit at 33.

A penny. Just one. That's all. Maybe a nickel on a good day.

In trying, you are succeeding...

Tan lines or not. But sun no matter what.

One second, that's all I crave.