The Press, my child,” Bight said, “is the watchdog of civilisation, and the watchdog happens to be – it can’t be helped – in a chronic state of rabies.

Be someone's hope, 
Be someone's favorite star. 

But in case no one come to lead you in your darkest night, 
Then don't forget to be your own pole star...

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

But I found out that bones with flesh are more interesting than bones without.

Written By James MacArthur

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