Life donโt come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ainโt nobody handing it to us.
Libba BrayJust once Iโd like to meet a fella who isnโt a phony. Somebody who doesnโt wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.
Libba Bray...I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.
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