Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I’m late!
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
It won’t be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.
same, with Meara. It had done her spirit
Consumption is the sole end and purpose of all production
The Stars shine down and watch us live Our little lives And weep for us
Dreams are all very well but are not known to pay the mortgage.
I’m a writer, but I’m not writing to entertain you, I’m writing to keep alive my knowledge.
Sharing knowledge is sharing wealth
Plans are fragile things, and life often dashes expectations to the ground.