Even at the end of the road, read the first sentence, there is a road. Even at the end of the road, a new road stretches out, endless and open, a road that may lead anywhere. To him who will find it, there is always a road.
I love you Mark..." Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney..." Mark, PoR.
where is here, when is now??
Mark: When did you learn to drive? Courtney: About three seconds ago.
Because this is the way things are meant to be.(Press Tilton)
"Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"