Angels, we have grown apart.
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.
When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.