The Heart Lies To Itself Because It

We Are All Burning In Time, But Each Is Consumed At His Own Speed.

Duende I Can't Remember Her Name. It's Not As Though I've Been In Bed With That Many Women. The Truth Is I Can't Even Remember Her Face. I Kind Of Know How Strong Her Thighs Were, And Her Beauty. But What I Won't Forget Is The Way She Tore Open The Barbecued Chicken With Her Hands, And Wiped The Grease On Her Breasts.

When I Was Walking In The Mountains With The Japanese Man And Began To Hear The Water, He Said, 'what Is The Sound Of The Waterfall?' 'silence,' He Finally Told Me.

Why Do So Manysettle For So Little? I Don't Understand Why They're Not Greedy For What's Inside Them.

Everyone Forgets Icarus Also Flew.