It's A Small World. It Keeps Recrossing

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

Write Something Every Single Day, Even If It's Just Three Lines. And It Doesn't Matter If It's Any Good - Just Write Something Every Day.

The Spirit Was Willing But The Flesh Was Weak.

Two People Who Are A Little Bit Deluded In Each Other's Favour. That's What Love Is, Isn't It?

...it’s Not Just The Person Who Fills A House, It’s Their I’ll Be Back Later!s, Their Toothbrushes And Unused Hats And Coats, Their Belongingnesses.