Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

I feel like I'm drowning. Every night, I'm carrying home loads of things to read but I'm too exhausted. I keep clipping things and Xeroxing them and planning to read them eventually, but I just end up throwing it all away and feeling guilty.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.