Nobody Knows Anything.

I Can't Keep My Head Above Water One Minute To The Next: It's Not Just The Parties And The Goo-gooing With What's-her-name, I've Got The Decide How Long The Five Hundredth Anniversary Parade Is Going To Be And Where Does It Start And When Does It Start And Which Nobleman Gets To March In Front Of Which Other Nobleman So That Everyone's Still Speaking To Me At The End Of It, Plus I've Got A Wife To Murder And A Country To Frame For It, Plus I've Got To Get The War Going Once That's All Happened, And All This Is Stuff I've Got To Do Myself. Here's What It All Comes Down To: I'm Just Swamped, Ty.

But Just As He Knew The Sun Was Obliged To Rise Each Morning In The East, No Matter How Much A Western Arisal Might Have Pleased It, So He Knew That Buttercup Was Obliged To Spend Her Love On Him. Gold Was Inviting, And So Was Royalty, But They Could Not Match The Fever In His Heart, And Sooner Or Later She Would Have To Catch It. She Had Less Choice Than The Sun.

Nobody Knows Anything.

Life Isn't Fair. It's Just Fairer Than Death, That's All.

There Is One Crucial Rule That Must Be Followed In All Creative Meetings. Never Speak First. At Least At The Start, Your Job Is To Shut Up.