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Niall: We're Tossed By The Winds Of Fate. Once We End Where They Blow Us, We Make Of Ourselves That We Will.

Pretending The Past Doesn't Exist Is As Bad As Living In It.

What Time Is It In New York?" He Shook His Head. "an Hour Later Than It Is Here. The Earth Simply Has To Revolve, Eve, However Annoying It Is For You." "it Can Revolve All It Wants. I Just Don't See Why People Can't Settle On The Same Time.

Two Women Can't Share A House Comfortably, No Matter How Fond They Might Be Of Each Other. It's Got To Be One Woman's Kitchen.

Even A Good Place Gets To Be A Rut, Especially If You're Standing In It Alone... Alone And Lonely Have The Same Root.