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 conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
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I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.