Since we cannot get what we like, let us like what we get
Spanish Proverb in Wikipedia
I was raised to be charming, not sincere.
(March 22, 1930 - )
They've never before explicitly asserted that they need the authority to treat prisoners inhumanely. We can't think of any country in the world that has.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?