For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
We Latins are known for jabbering on.
The more freedom is extended to business, the more prisons have to be built for those who suffer from that business.
If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are
I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.
The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breaths them and the land plows and loves them.