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You Can Spread Your Soul Over A Paddy Field, You Can Whisper To A Mango Tree, You Can Feel The Earth Between Your Toes And Know That This Is The Place, The Place Where It Begins And Ends. But What Can You Tell To A Pile Of Bricks? The Bricks Will Not Be Moved (page 87).

Do You Know How Painful It Is To Tell Someone You Love Him And Not Hear Him Say It Back?

That Monica Who's Just Gonna Sit There In Mediocrity... That Monica Died In Samoa

I Find The Positive In The Negative All The Time. Any Time You Give Something Power, It Wins, And It Can Continuously Happen, So I Just Let Negative People Know They Have No Place In My Life. They Have No Place Around My Children.

I Have Got Five Minutes, Some Whip-its, And The Key To The Executive Bathroom.