Day 271. I prefer the bravado of Turkish people. At least it's honest and in your face.

Day 270. tomorrow holds far more uncertainties than death does.

Day 269. What are dreams made of? The fire of the stars. Where do questions come from? The burning of the soul! 

Day 268. The real curiosity of this conundrum is this: I've had the same issue with native English speakers. It is not the language barrier: it's me.

Day 267. How often we misunderstand each other and cause these little calamities.

Day 266. It is the best part, I replied, and he winked at me.

Day 265. Alacrity was the girl's greatest gift! She was engaged with an unpredictable universe and turned on by the unexpected.

Day 264. Ten days becomes ten years and you ask so many questions but don't really question the thing one bit because your heart feels it.

Day 255. Take a rest, babe. I'm not tired. Do you need to be tired to take it easy?

Day 254. Is it possible to make choices without knowing a history of a thing? Do we need all the information of the past to make better decisions for our future?

Day 253. She had dark eyes and robust legs and told me exactly what she wanted with each gesture.

Day 251. Honesty is not the easiest way though it is absolutely necessary to guarantee that death will be sweet.

Day 249. Gossamer Threads, Suspension, Graphic, Tipping, Sponges, Gliding.