She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

He’d kept his figure despite being past his first youth. Pretty good for nearly forty.Who was she fooling? She knew quite well that he was thirty-five and a half, exactly five years older than she....

It’s better to understand a few important things deeply than many unimportant things superficially. It’s better to have a few close friends than 1,000 Facebook friends. More isn’t necessarily better, often it’s mediocre.