There Is A World Inside The World.

When You Try To Unravel Something You've Written, You Belittle It In A Way. It Was Created As A Mystery.

The Smoke Alarm Went Off In The Hallway Upstairs, Either To Let Us Know The Battery Had Just Died Or Because The House Was On Fire.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.

The Greater The Scientific Advance, The More Primitive The Fear.

Tourism Is The March Of Stupidity.