We need money. We need hits. Hits bring money, money bring power, power bring fame, fame change the game.
Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time's malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing--until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.
She wiped the black spillingfrom her eyelashes onto her cheek,and in that moment, I wanted, Ineeded, for magic to exist.I wanted to peel back her lonelyskin and feel her sadness starestraight into the blue inside my eyes.I wanted and I needed it to know,that I, I loved her too, and my godI, I would fight for her.
I did not have an opportunity to speak privately with Peter until just as he was leaving, when he handed me one of the Burns song-sheets and (with a most earnest look) told me to read it before I went to bed.The song was 'My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,' but it was not until was up in my bedchamber that I saw he had written on the inside page: 'My mother would be honoured if you visited her after church tomorrow.
Justice based purely on laws is about as accurate as a portrait created out of large low-resolution color pixels.If you stand back far enough it looks good.Come any closer and the glaring approximations overtake all semblance of the original.Justice should be viewable under the microscope, not from a telescope.And for that it needs to be based not on law but on truth.