How Magnanimous Was A Gesture If One

I've Gotten To Do A Lot Of Stuff, Traveled, Worked Hard At My Career.

We Become Comfortable Saying That There's Nothing New, And Then Something Like Malarky Comes Along, Which Is New And Old And Different And Familiar, But Ultimately Itself, Comfortable In Its Own Skin, Wise And Smart And Crazy-sexy Or Maybe Sexy-crazy-well, You Just Have To Read It To Understand. It's A Novel That Sets Its Own Course, Sure And Steady, Even When It Seems Like It Might Be About To Go Over The Edge Of The World.

It's Smarter To Be Lucky Than It's Lucky To Be Smart.

Whatever You Want, At Any Moment, Someone Else Is Getting It. Whatever You Have, Someone Else Is Longing For.

How Magnanimous Was A Gesture If One Were Constantly Aware Of Its Magnanimity?