To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.
No more talk. I'm sick of people talking. Train.
Move with your feet, the hands will follow.
Your life is on the line, practice well.
From now on you must strive to cut out unnecessary movement. Waste in movement is wrong and will get you killed.
You are not just fighting one opponent. You are fighting the unknown.
Remember that for every technique you think you can fall back on, there is a counter for it, or there are times when it cannot be used. When real battle comes, you must remember that some things will not be applicable. Don't think that any one technique is quintessential.
When you are present, you can allow the mind to be as it is without getting entangled in it.
Offense is spacing and spacing is offense.
Even a small, everyday lie is a clue to the personality and preoccupations of the liar, like a dream or any other confection of the mind, that is half-conscious and half-unconscious, as all creative acts must be.
I grew up in rural Tennessee. There were no bookstores in the town, but the school had a little library and the town had a little library, each with a patient and enthusiastic librarian, and I raced into both as if they were doorways to another world.