It's Always Tea-time.

‎you're Not The Same As You Were Before," He Said. You Were Much More... Muchier... You've Lost Your Muchness.

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which Way You're Going.