What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?
Why was it that jam always coated me so?
And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks?
Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.
Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.
But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.