As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.
The wonders of a child can only be understood by the child.
I was born in 1982. That’s like 1984, except not so dystopian.
Isn’t it wonderful to give birth to your own kind?
How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
Tucker: “But she gave me the perfect gift.”Clara: “What?”Tucker: “You.
For all the advances in medicine, there is still no cure for the common birthday.
It’s killing me I won’t be home for their birthday,