It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness.

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.