twenty-eight years and a million words
I woke up to a foggy city this morning, and decided to make a dash into the cemetary to get some pics of tombstones lurking in the mist. I think it worked, though the fog was burning off surprisingly early.
Damn, I miss my slide scanner.
If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it. A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
—Roald Dahl