I don't think we choked this time. We never played well enough to choke.
Time is a game played beautifully by children.
If love played an instrument, I’ll bet it would be the piano. 88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.