American book collector (1885-1912).
Born January 3rd, 1885 in Philadelphia.
Died April 15th, 1912 at 27 years old in North Atlantic Ocean.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner