Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
Play hard, learn as much as I can and do what I do best. The rest will take care of itself I think.
To go out there and play and have fun and hopefully win a championship. That's my goal.
I don't think there could ever be more pressure to succeed than the pressure I place on myself.
I know there's a lot of pressure, but I'm just going to go out and play my game.
I smile all the time, even when I'm in a bad mood. I always try to keep a smile on my face.
I don't put pressure on myself. When I put pressure on myself, then I just play bad. When I play bad, my team plays bad.
Real hope combined with real action has always pulled me through difficult times.
When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?
I think we learn more from those times in our history where we stumbled as a democracy than we learn from the glorious chapters.
The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.