When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
You create your opportunities by asking for them.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.