If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.

ponedjeljak, 13.09.2010.

A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
I don't mind what language an opera is sung in so long as it is a language I don't understand.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we do it.
To repeat what others have said, requires education; to challenge it, requires brains.
The only time to buy these is on a day with no 'y' in it.

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If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.

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