What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
In America, they want you to accomplish these great feats, to pull off these David Copperfield-type stunts. You want me to be great, but you don't ever want me to say I'm great?
Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousand of miles and all the years you have lived.
You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.
Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.
There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.