Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

Courage is grace under pressure.

You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow.

Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.

Most people never listen.