The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

Two more days until Amber Frey's coming! Two more days until Amber Frey's coming!

Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety.

He didn't put in the summer miles he wanted to put in, but he's slowly but surely coming back,

If you like an instrument that sings, play the saxophone. At its best it's like the human voice.

If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness