Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
The stars that nature hung in heaven and filled their lamps with everlasting oil give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
As we moved along in a little procession I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps and they burned until morning my father said and so people did not need to carry lanterns.
I grew up in Texas and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.