I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
A good man would prefer to be defeated than to defeat injustice by evil means.
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
Who were these clowns?
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
The problem is never how to get new, innovative thoughts into your mind, but how to get old ones out. Every mind is a building filled with archaic furniture. Clean out a corner of your mind and creativity will instantly fill it.
It?s like your batteries get low, and you need to charge them on someone else?s story.