This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.
Being rich and miserable has got to be better than poor and unhappy.
In 2001 Steve Staunton became the record cap holder for which country? Brazil.
I'm not going to marry a third time. It is just not necessary.
My best business decision is always to have been unembarrassed about negotiating a decent deal. Not being coy or shy about money is second nature to me.
I don't like the anonymity of the banking process - people now don't have a bank manager they ever meet.
Balance sheets bore me. I suspect if figures had excited me I would have gone into the city and now be a lot wealthier.
Every single moment, an ignorant discovers an idea that has been known for centuries!
Anyway, who lives a rich and beautiful life that I know? It's no longer possible, surely, for anyone who works for a living, or lives in a city, or shops in a supermarket, or watches TV, or reads a newspaper, or drives a car, or eats frozen pizzas. A nice life, possibly, with a huge slice of luck and a little spare cash. And maybe even a good life if. . . Well, let's not go into all that. But rich and beautiful lives seem to be a discontinued line.
Those original, black, spirited, defiant, rebellious musical masters. Chuck Berry was one of the first masters of Les Paul's new electric guitar; he pretty much laid down the gauntlet, and I don't think anybody's ever beat him since. Way before the British Invasion, I was tuned into the black guys that created the British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry and the Motown hits, there would be no Beatles.
Sex is difficult to write about because it's just not sexy enough. The only way to write about it is not to write much. Let the reader bring his own sexuality into the text. A writer I usually admire has written about sex in the most off-putting way. There is just too much information.