Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
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.
I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.
Think and wonder, wonder and think.
The Sneetches got really quite smart on that day. The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches. And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches. That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars and whether they had one, or not, upon thars.