It's a challenge to demonstrate that you can prepare some really interesting food with humble ingredients.
Show me a friend in need and I'll show you a pest.
I know a lot more old drunks than old doctors.
I met with an accident on the way to the track; I arrived safely.
I've been on such a losing streak that if I had been around I would have taken General Custer and given points.
I would take a bomb, but I can't stand the noise.
I never went to school beyond the 3rd grade, but my mother taught me the difference between right and wrong.
Yet I have said over and over again that there is no "right" or "wrong" in the universe. A thing is not intrinsically right or wrong. A thing simply is.
People build themselves up before you even have to deal with them.
If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.
I do have commitment phobia, which I think is underlied by death anxiety. I feel that if you are in a relationship, there is a real genuine possibility of plateauing, and there is a possibility for a creative, emotional and spiritual death because of it. Only part of me feels this way, but it's enough to create an anxiety which makes me think twice before committing.