Feel Free To Listen, Feel Free To

Fate Is Not Just Whose Cooking Smells Good, But Which Way The Wind Blows

Sometimes The Beauty Is Easy. Sometimes You Don't Have To Try At All. Sometimes You Can Hear The Wind Blow In A Handshake. Sometimes There's Poetry Written Right On The Bathroom Wall.

We Get A Little Further From Perfection Each Year. I Think That's Called Character. I Think That's Just How It Goes.

The Windows Of My Soul Are Made Of One-way Glass, Don't Bother Looking Into My Eyes If There's Something You Want To Know, Just Ask

We Barely Have Time To React In This World, Let Alone Rehearse.