There Were Hints Of Sunrise On The

She Had Only One Flaw. She Was Perfect, Otherwise Whe Was Perfect.

Think Of Nothing Things Think Of Wind

A Work Of Art Is One Of Mystery, The One Extreme Magic; Everything Else Is Either Arithmetic Or Biology.

I've Always Seen Myself As A Winner, Even As A Kid. If I Hadn't, I Just Might Have Gone Down The Drain A Couple Of Times. I've Got Something Inside Of Me, Peasantlike And Stubborn, And I'm In It 'til The End Of The Race.

You Can’t Give Your Heart To A Wild Thing.