One good thing about lovers is that they don't take up much room on public transport.

People do no change with the times, they change the times.

It is a shame that when we have a good dream we are asleep at the time.

People often get their imagination's mixed up with their memories.

Some people prefer to keep their foot in a bog so they don't risk falling over.

We progress to regress, you and I, always beginning where we began. Hurrying forward just enough, so that our “back-sliding” will not lead to 'our' end. Wondering when will Love grow tired of our loveless game, of our disregard for the feelings that true love claims, of you and I and the same-old-same.