How time flies when one has fun!
There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.
We are all born; some remain so.
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.
Words are all we have.