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The Major Ingredient Of Any Recipe For Fear Is The Unknown.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.

I'm Going To Search For My Star Until I Find It. It's Hidden In The Drawer Of Innocence, Wrapped In A Scarf Of Wonder.

Just Watching A Girl Can Give Me The Best Reason To Smile. Girls Are Something Very Special And You Got To Treat Them That Way. That's Why I Always Say Don't Stare Right At A Chick. She'll Begin To Fidget, Wondering If Her Hair's Messed Up Or If Her Make-up Is Smeared. It's Kind Of Like Going To An Art Gallery To See Beautiful Paintings. If You Look At A Painting Just The Right Way, You Get The Most Out Of It!

Today I Feel More Betrayed Than Perhaps Ever Before, That Someone Who Had Got To Know My Children, My Staff And Me, Whom I Let Into My Heart And Told The Truth, Could Then Sacrifice The Trust I Placed In Him And Produce This Terrible And Unfair Program.