You Know You Can Set Fire To

My Ideal Reader Is Me. And Yes, My Ideal Reader Comes With Me And Is Forgiving.

There Are Little Pockets Of Old Time In London, Where Things And Places Stay The Same, Like Bubbles In Amber,” She Explained. “there’s A Lot Of Time In London, And It Has To Go Somewhere—it Doesn’t All Get Used Up At Once.” “i May Still Be Hung Over,” Sighed Richard. “that Almost Made Sense.

So," He Asked. "how's Death?" "hard," She Said. "it Just Keeps Going.

Even If Your Goose Habitually Lays Golden Eggs, It Will Still Be Cooked.

There Are Lots Of Artists In The World. But There's Only One You. And The Only Person Who Has Your Point Of View Is You. If You Decide Not To Make Things, All You've Done Is Deprive The World Of All The Stuff That Only You Could Have Brought To It.