Why Were There No Buoys In Life

She Was The Only Woman He Was Afraid He Would Beg For.

Planting A Flower's Like Opening A Book, Because Either Way You're Starting Something. And Your Garden's Your Library.

Didn't People Consider What Could Happen If Armies Of Farm Animals United In Revolt?

...if I Don't Have Twenty Or Thirty Books Right Here, Waiting To Be Read, I Start Jonesing. That's My Compulsion.

Grudges Are Bridges With Faulty Spans. Falling Off One Is A Lot More Rewarding Than Getting Stuck On The Other Side.