What Goes On Inside Isn't Ever The

Well, You're Young. You Know A Lot You Won't Know Later On.

When I Say Work I Only Mean Writing. Everything Else Is Just Odd Jobs.

Will We Ever Reach A Point When It Is No Longer Necessary To Say Them And Us? I Believe We Must Reach That Point, Or Perish.

Holidays Are Enticing Only For The First Week Or So. After That, It Is No Longer Such A Novelty To Rise Late And Have Little To Do.

What Goes On Inside Isn't Ever The Same As What Goes On Outside.