Tastes like Liquorice - but purple

Life can only be understood looking backward. It must be lived forward.

She was restless. She drove a little too fast, swam a little too far offshore. She hitchhiked. She skied recklessly. While Sylvia's rabid perfectionism was very real, she was far from the good-girl persona she worked so hard to cultivate.

Times like this were special. Memory builders. When something extraordinary happened to a person the
kind of things remembered forever after it didn't have to be a life-changing event like a graduation or
marriage or birth of a child. It more often was the small things. The sheer joy of summer sunlight on a
fragrant flower. The giggle of a toddler. The brush of a lover's fingertips. And the person marks the
moment with the flashing insight thinking... This is special. I should remember this

It's not enough to have the feathers.

You must dare to fly!

- Mrzim sve Å¡to je odricanje!
- Ni ja, Ivane, ne pristajem da se odričem. Ja hoću ceo, sav, prepunjen život, da menjam ovaj svet.