We Don't Know Where We're Going, But

We Should Regret Our Mistakes And Learn From Them, But Never Carry Them Forward Into The Future With Us.

I Wish I Were Dead, Or That It Were Tomorrow Night,' Groaned Phil.

You Can't Have Many Exclamation Points Left,' Thought Anne, 'but No Doubt The Supply Of Italics Is Inexhaustible.

Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And Two-thirds Wrong.

I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.