My mother insisted that her children read.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.
Instinct taught me 20 years ago to pace a song or a concert performance. That translates into pacing a story, pleasing a reading audience.
Only time will tell if it was time well-spent
Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.
You know Death will get you in the end, but if you are smart and have a sense of humor, you can thumb your nose at it for awhile