Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.

It isn't the light you want to recover, it’s the certainty that there is only darkness

I know that my fans want to know who I&#39;m sleeping with, but it&#39;s really none of their business.

I have terrible periods of lack of confidence. I just don't believe I can do it and no evidence to the contrary will sway me from that view.

Written By Douglas Adams

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