Loose Lips Sink Ships.

Time Cures You First, And Then It Kills You.

Our Plans Are Small And Somewhat Absurd.

A Meaningless Phrase Repeated Again And Again Begins To Resemble Truth.

A Good Title Holds Magic, Some Cognitive Dissonance, A Little Grit Between The Teeth, But Above All It Is The Jumping-off Place Into Wonder.

A Certain Feeling Comes From Throwing Your Good Life Away, And It Is One Part Rapture.