Numbers Are Limits, And Perfection Doesn't Have

Isn't It Strange How Much We Know If Only We Ask Ourselves Instead Of Somebody Else.

How Can We Resent The Life We've Created For Ourselves? Who's To Blame, Who's To Credit, But Us? Who Can Change It, Any Time We Wish, But Us?

Listen,' He Said. 'it's Important. We Are All. Free. To Do. Whatever. We Want. To Do.

I'm A Writer As Rarely As Possible, When Forced By An Idea Too Lovely To Let Die Unwritten

Everybody Is Given A Dream... You May Have To Work For It However.