Large Squares, 1965 -Last BeetleThe body is much the same as the previous model, aside from increase in window size all round. Door handles and lock mechanisms also changed as well as seat and dashboard designs. Chrome beading became thinner, mounting holes for these also smaller. Chrome was later replaced by black anodizing or plastic to try and modernize the Bug. Tail light clusters changed from the oval shape to the ‘headstone’ and then the ‘elephant’s foot’ jumbo units the bug saw its last days with. In 1965 new larger windows all round. 1966 saw the last 6v bug, and also the first 1300cc motor. Those horrible little air vents behind the rear side windows came out in 1971 that caused lots of rusty bugs. Sloping headlights looked much nicer but went out in 1967.
— Christina EngelaIf something cames out from your mind it doesn't matter is it in the morning so early or it's too late for example it's nigh or you are outside with friends spend few minutes and write this down you could make something incrediable.
— Deyth BangerOne of the greatest tragedies of life is to work your life away only to realise later that you never really did live.
— Topsy GiftWars are not paid for in wartime, the bill comes later.
— Benjamin FranklinYour later may be late. Never postpone your salvation HOURS to tomorrow. If it's not now, it may be never. The days are not OURS!
— Israelmore AyivorDon't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugge.
— J.K. RowlingSome are in tune with the swanky, but not in tune with themselves. Their desire has become the desire of the others ('''Buying now. Dying later''').
— Erik PevernagieSome are saving their right now for later, when tomorrow could be never.
— Justin K. McFarlane BeauIt is weird to see how people sometimes doesn't value and ignore the love and effort of the people who love them and try to stay. They push them away only to realise everything they did after they leave and make their memories as pillows to sleep over and cry upon it later.
— Akshay VasuThe TSA liked having fresh agents on the job. Fresh agents with a clear mind and steady hand. Time travel wasn’t for the faint of heart. The pay was good though, but as Scrooby had decided long ago, that even if he didn’t get paid for it, the thrill alone was payment enough. Then again, the TSA realized they couldn’t afford to have disgruntled employees with too much time on their hands and the power of the gods at their fingertips, so the pay was very, very good. Debriefing was routine. And how he hated routine! His supervisor was a senior agent called Guy Krummeck, a rather drab character who liked his shiny silver suits almost as much as he liked to go over every little detail at least three times. Minimum. This time everything went right, so it went quick. Twenty minutes later, tired, he clocked out and went home to his small apartment. Tomorrow, after all, was another day again.
— Christina Engela