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Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. There Is A Time For Silence. A Time To Let Go... And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It's All Over.

There's Something Hypocritical About A City That Keeps Half Of Its Population Underground Half Of The Time; You Can Start Believing That There's Much More Space Than There Really Is-to Live, To Work.

A Star Dies In Heaven Every Time You Snatch Away Someone's Dream.

Words Themselves Are Innocuous; It Is The Consensus That Gives Them True Power.

Self-consciousness Is Really A Form Of Egotism.