What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Never rely on the glory of the morning nor the smiles of your mother-in-law.
We bear the world and we make it... There was never a great man who had not a great mother - it is hardly an exaggeration.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
Normal is not something to aspire to, it's something to get away from.
The engine died and then the doors swung open.