But I will share them with you, because I love you like my mother. Or something.
“Fork clang. Shoes on. Love. the trash went out…” — Joyce
“Love. Pointless. Dying. Alone. Perhaps only partly cloudy.”– Hemingway
“Love, a yes, that, as it spring forth anew each day with the force of a river fed from high in the mountains, from a spring up there…” — Dickens
“Love, the thing that is beautiful just like a rose” — Shakespeare
“A life without love is like a squirrel pie without the squirrel” — William Shakespeare Bocephus.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.