At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.