I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
I am so glad my taste in music has improved like my taste in books.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
We smudged all the lines, our personalities representing the fissures between right and wrong.
I don't want to look down and see how high up I am.
Halloween was my excuse to get candy, for my sister it was a game of dress-up.
Courage is not complicated, but it is overrated.
In this era of fake news, fake degrees and fake people, fake research, etc. how can anyone claim to be an intellectual?
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?