Is there an existence that is only mine?
I have no wisdom and nothing useful to tell you - I only mentioned this because it came into my head.
Words have a life; without response they die.
I'll never retire. They'll have to take my computer out of my cold, dead hands. I'm addicted to writing. I feel physically unwell if I'm not doing it.
More and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited.
Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger