You freeze where you are, time stops, and your heart thunders in your ears.
My head rang like a gong.
I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!'
I don't generally feel anything until noon; then it's time for my nap.
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.
My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself...
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.