Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

Don't conform for the sake of pleasing others. Mold yourself into the person that you want to be.

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, "Try it one more time".You have more potential than you believe you do.Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.

So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.

Just tell yourself, Duckie, you're real quite lucky.