Things are only impossible until they're not.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as when the baby gets hold of a hammer.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'