My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord – he wants Milan, and so do I.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
Everybody wants to be like everybody else.
I wanted blood to signify life, not death.
No one wants a domain with their name on it owned by somebody else.
Who wants those gleaming white cosmetically enhanced American teeth?
The rest of the world wants our cash; we like plastic.
A man should always consider how much he has more than he wants.
Hollywood wants press, any kind of press.
No one wants to stay in the tabloids. But it’s actually not a terrible place to start.
My life is God’s life in me for Him to do with what He wants.
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