One comes, and one goes. Basically, what you leave behind is the record.
It’s funny, in literature no one ever goes to the lavatory.
Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.
Time goes a lot quicker when the work is a lot more enjoyable.
Where the work goes, I go. Wherever adulation occurs, that’s where you’ll find me.
My grandma is kind of a rock star. She goes to France and all over.
Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.
My money goes to my agent, then to my accountant and from him to the tax man.