If They Invent A Car That Runs

What's Really Important Here," I Whispered Loudly To Myself,"is Not The Big Things Other People Have Thought Up, But The Small Things You, Yourself Have

Forgive Me For Stating The Obvious, But The World Is Made Up Of All Kinds Of People.

I'm A Coward When It Comes To Matters Of The Heart. That Is My Fatal Flaw.

My Heroes Don't Have Anything Special. They Have Something To Tell Other People But They Don't Know How, So They Talk To Themselves.

I'd Be Smiling And Chatting Away, And My Mind Would Be Floating Around Somewhere Else, Like A Balloon With A Broken String.