Fool me once, strike one. But fool me twice. . . strike three.
I want to do with skates what Fred Astaire is doing with dancing.
Jewelry takes people's minds off your wrinkles.
If you are not a skater, you probably can't imagine what I mean. I could try to tell you by saying it's a feeling of ice miles running under your blades, the wind splitting open to let you through, the earth whirling around you. It's a sense of power, of command over distance and gravity, and an illusion of no longer having to move because movement is carrying you.
The world never puts a price on you higher than the one you put on yourself.
All my life I have wanted to skate, and all my life I have skated.
it's a feeling of ice miles running under your blades, the wind splitting open to let you through, the earth whirling around you at the touch of your toe, and speed lifting you off the ice far from all things that can hold you down.
I like my hands. They're certainly scarred up, but they're wormy. They're knuckly. They're hands that have done stuff, and they're not going anywhere.
In this world, there's even room for quality.
I love challenges. If you don't have any and can do whatever you want. Then it's probably time to die.
Using official government resources to help bankroll an explicit political agenda - whether on the right or left - is flat out wrong.