bumcet

subota, 25.09.2010.

The engine died and then the doors swung open.

By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.
Go often to the house of thy friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
Nothing is as simple as we hope it will be.
It's a rare person who wants to hear what he doesn't want to hear.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.

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