"From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit me blew hither: here am I. ...Now -- for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart -- take my hand quick and tell me, what have you in your heart."
If you wait too long for the perfect moment, the perfect moment will pass you by.
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Sometimes, secretly, I actually enjoy life.