{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}

Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.

She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.

He was wearing a little bag of “Mojo” around his neck.

I believe that all things happen under the watchful eye of God and the lessons we learn along the way only serve to make us stronger.

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio

For in the forest someone is always watching and someone is always listening!

To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them

Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.

He dusted off the shoulder tab and stared at it, so light in his hand, so inconsequential. It was hard to believe that a shred of cloth could have so much destructive power locked away in it.

My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didnt always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact.

It is with great regret that I have to inform Manchester City of my wish to leave the club.

The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds, the more beautiful the tree.

[The essences of things] are suspended on the invisible dimension whose vibrance has been denied the human eye at all times save in the intuition of ecstasy.

I wish to reproduce things as they are or as they would be even if I myself did not exist.

Few Americans born after the Civil War know much about war. Real war. War that seeks you out. War that arrives on your doorstep - not once in a blue moon, but once a month or a week or a day.

I used to go into the studio around midnight and stay all night.

The most onerous slavery is to be a slave to oneself.