The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in.
A loving heart, determination, faith, courage, trust, belief, truth, and a solid soul create the wings with which we fly.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
whenever i am in pain,i just think of watching your eye's in rain!
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
Some days are better than others. The same can be said about people.
Altitude sickness, unregulated drugs and medical gas enabled workers to become drug abusers/addicts
Just because your heart is beating, doesn't mean you're alive.
Even if it's not appreciated, do your best. Integrity will take you further than acknowledgement.
A black hole holds all the colors of the universe.
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.