“Some days I don’t exist. My bed becomes a casket.”— Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24
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“Some days I don’t exist. My bed becomes a casket.”— Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24
“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
“It’s not the length of time we knew someone that makes them so special. It’s what they brought into our lives.”— Sandra Kring, A Life of Bright Ideas
