I Like Reading. I Prefer Not Reading

Even If Your Goose Habitually Lays Golden Eggs, It Will Still Be Cooked.

You See With Your Eyes. This Means You Can Be Misled By Charm, By Outward Appearance. By Webs Of Glamour, By Surface Pretences. I Do Not See With My Eyes. I See Good And I See Evil. Nothing Else.

I Have A Really High Tolerance Level For Twits. I Really Do.

When You Love Something You Just Don't Want To Stop Talking About It.

The World Is Always Ending, And The End Is Always Being Averted, By Love Or Foolishness Or Just Plain Old Dumb Luck.