Under the velvety cover of the night sky, Sarah strolled along the quiet, moonlit beach, the rhythmic crash of the waves serenading her solitude. She had always found solace in the gentle lull of the ocean,

One must know a bad performance to know a good one. You can't be middle-of-the-road about it, just as you can't be middle-of-the-road about life. I mean, you can't say about Hitler, I can take him or leave