Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul. – Gaston Bachelard
No secret is safe.
The race doesn’t always go to the fastest, but to the first survivor.
Your value is internal, you think. So I put a finger in the wound.
He was juggling. He could juggle one ball at a time. And hardly ever drop it.
You think honor means living up to who you pretend to be.
You think you can get away with it just because of who you are.
Even though you have no idea what you are doing.
Somebody is sure to see you.
First we’ll go to the dog show, then dinner, then sex.
That sounds like a lot.