What you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.

We never choose which words to use, for as long as they mean what they mean to mean, we don’t care if they make sense or nonsense.

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

But I suppose there's a lot to see everywhere, if only you keep your eyes open.

And now," he continued, speaking to Milo, "where were you on the night of July 27?" "What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo. "It's my birthday, that's what," said the policeman as he entered "Forgot my birthday" in his little book. "Boys always forget other people's birthdays.

It's bad enough wasting time without killing it.

What you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.