For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
'Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.' Under the influence of this pestilent morality, I am forever letting tomorrow's work slop backwards into today's, and doing painfully and nervously today what I could do quickly and easily tomorrow.
I don't think about risks much. I just do what I want to do. If you gotta go, you gotta go.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.