Those who routinely think of the past, and have their eyes filled with tears, are gonna have their sockets blown out by the future.
All talk is a form of insanity.
Okay, all talk is also a form of insecurity. But then you gotta face the fact that all talk is a form of insane insecurity.
The theme song of most Cities is, “Someone’s to blame.”
Near one City’s artsy district, two young women were talking and the first one said, “When I grow up I wanna be a Broadway singer,” and a kid standing nearby who had no idea what they were talking about thought to himself, “When I grow up I wanna be BROADWAY!”