I didn’t buy you that bottle of prosecco because I wanted anything in return. I didn’t even buy it for you because it was a couple of days before Christmas. I bought it for you because on that day, the twenty-third, you were a huge…
Finding the time to write is a weird phenomonen. I do sincerely believe this magical thing we call time is located somehwere between Timbuktu and the Bermuda Triangle. Yes, yes, I am aware that both Timbuktu and the Bermuda Triangle are real places. It’s all…
Burn or Bum… I’m so often mistaken, but rarely disappointed. Unless you’re discussing typography, in which case I’m nearly always confused and rarely pleased. Oliver White
English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary. James Nicoll
