Life Is A Rock, But The Radio

The Search For The Word Gets No Easier But Nobody Else Is Going To Write Your Novel For You.

It Is Neither Fair Nor Unfair, Nobody Owens. It Simply Is

Remember Your Name. Do Not Lose Hope ---what You Seek Will Be Found.

The Doctor: Sorry, Do You Have A Name? Idris: Seven Hundred Years And Finally He Asks. The Doctor: But What Do I Call You? Idris: I Think You Call Me... Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only When We're Alone. Idris: We Are Alone. The Doctor: Oh. Come On Then, Sexy.

It’s An Artist’s Job To Show People The World They Live In. We Hold Up Mirrors.