I Worried She Might Spend An Afternoon

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

Autobiography, If There Really Is Such A Thing, Is Like Asking A Rabbit To Tell Us What He Looks Like Hopping Through The Grasses Of The Field. How Would He Know? If We Want To Hear About The Field On The Other Hand, No One Is In A Better Circumstance To Tell Us-so Long As We Keep In Mind That We Are Missing All Those Things The Rabbit Was In No Position To Observe.

We Must Use Whatever Methods We Can To Understand The Movement Of The Universe Around Us And Time Our Actions So That We Are Not Fighting The Currents, But Moving With Them.

The Corridor Couldn't Have Smelled More Strongly Of Fish Guts If We Had Actually Been Inside A Fish.

You Seemed So Desperate, Like You Might Drown If Someone Didn't Save You.