You may be a little older, or a little more neurotic, or a little more closed off. But inside, you're just the same.
Why are you obsessed with fighting? Stick to fishing from now on!
We all dream a lot - some are lucky, some are not. But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real. You are what you feel.
Listen Jesus to the warning I give. Please remember that I want us to live. But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. All your followers are blind, too much heaven on their minds. It was beautiful, but now it's sour. Yes, it's all gone sour.
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally. Perfect situations must go wrong. But this has never yet prevented me wanting far too much for far too long.
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool in my position? Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions. Hopes became needs, lovers possessions. Then they move in, oh so discretely. Slowly at first, smiling too sweetly. I opened doors, they walked right through them. Called me their friend, I hardly knew them. . . Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Times have been good, fast, entertaining. But what's the point if I'm concealing not only love, all other feeling.
No one in your life is with you constantly. No one is completely on your side.
Everybody that I meet inspires me. You can learn so much from any person that you meet any day on the side of the street.
The prize money for first place was $2,800, but I didn't take it because I was still an amateur.
Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison. "It's both sad and incredibly impressive that you were all ready with that one.
Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky. " Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat. " Marasi frowned. "I. . . I'm not sure I know how to respond. " Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne.