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Memories And Magic Is What Christmas Is All About.

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

Photographs Help People Look At Things They May Not Be Able Or May Not Want To Look At. Until You Can Look At Something, You Can't Change It. First You Have To Look At It, Then You Have A Chance To Understand It And Can Change It.

I Often Think You Bring Unhappiness On Yourself, Because If You Don't Like Yourself Very Much, You Allow Yourself To Be Influenced By People Who Reinforce That.

Never Tell Anyone That You're Writing A Book, Going On A Diet, Exercising, Taking A Course, Or Quitting Smoking. They'll Encourage You To Death.