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Dreams Say What They Mean, But They Don't Say It In Daytime Language.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. One Kind, You Can Just Tell By Looking At Them At What Point They Congealed Into Their Final Selves. It Might Be A Very Nice Self, But You Know You Can Expect No More Surprises From It. Whereas, The Other Kind Keep Moving, Changing... They Are Fluid. They Keep Moving Forward And Making New Trysts With Life, And The Motion Of It Keeps Them Young. In My Opinion, They Are The Only People Who Are Still Alive. You Must Be Constantly On Your Guard Against Congealing.

Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort When There Was One Chance In A Thousand Of Flying?

None Of Us Suddenly Becomes Something Overnight. The Preparations Have Been In The Making For Lifetime.