Pregled posta

We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophob

It is not enough to do good; one must do it the right way.
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!'
Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.
Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit.
Is there life before death?