"...(Jose Arcadio Buendia)went back to being the enterprising man of earlier days when he decided upon the layout of the streets and the location of the new houses so that no one would enjoy privileges that everyone did not have." From the novel "One Hundred Years of Solitude", by Gabriel García Márquez, translation by Gregory Rabassa'
Some leave this earth and the sun goes out of our lives; some don't and the sun goes out of our lives

I find strength in my husband, like a tree from its roots. He is my home, my love. I owe him my everyday happiness. The thought of him can bring a smile, even on days when nothing goes my way.

Here’s a poem I wrote for him: Joy Ride

Redemption III

The spin-top tree sighed and fell silent.
He delved into his oceanic mind
After a day and night of deep deliberation,
He finally spoke
In a voice, soothing as caress,

‘My dear queen,’ he said softly,
‘As sad as your story is,
As genuine the need for answers
It’s hard to know what happened eons ago,
For it has been that long since you arrived in our tiny world.

"You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for seagoing snitches, and if you think you're preparing these minnows for manhood, you better think again, because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills. What a sham. What kind of a show you guys are putting on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is sitting next to me, and I'm here to tell ya this boy's soul is intact. It's non-negotiable. You know how I know? Someone here, and I'm not gonna say who, offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn't selling." Lt.Colonel Frank Slade(Al Pacino) from the movie,'Scent of a Woman'