Pregled posta

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.

Nothing changes your opinion of a friend so surely as success - yours or his.
Who were these clowns?
Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.
I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you're lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they'd crush you if they could. There's honesty.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.