Food for the soul:

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"I am a feather for each wind that blows" W.S

"There are far more ways of not being that being." J.W

"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." K.V

"Damn it" he sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth" J.G

"You can't see the argon because, like the glass, it's transparent." --

It's all about the 18.

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