I'm The Kind Of Person Who Has

No Mistake About It. Ice Is Cold; Roses Are Red; I'm In Love. And This Love Is About To Carry Me Off Somewhere. The Current's Too Overpowering; I Don't Have Any Choice. It May Very Well Be A Special Place, Some Place I've Never Seen Before. Danger May Be Lurking There, Something That May End Up Wounding Me Deeply, Fatally. I Might End Up Losing Everything. But There's No Turning Back. I Can Only Go With The Flow. Even If It Means I'll Be Burned Up, Gone Forever.

I Don't Know How Many Good Books I Still Have In Me; I Hope There Are Another Four Or Five.

That's What The World Is , After All: An Endless Battle Of Contrasting Memories.

Most Runners Run Not Because They Want To Live Longer, But Because They Want To Live Life To The Fullest.

This Was Something Sure To Be Crammed Full Of Warm Secrets, Like An Antique Clock Built When Peace Filled The World.