Life will... drop us to our knees... and if the fall doesn't take us out, our need for... reputation... will be destroyed and love will be all that remains.
You will know where you are and where you came from, and you will make informed choices about how you will walk this road of yours.
How I longed to smoke and drink coffee with the artists and writers, discuss the meaning of life and the purpose of art, exchange witticisms and criticisms while our laughter rose above the din of the cafe along with our smoke, into the Parisian night. Why didn’t you ever take me to Paris? You ...