You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.
Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.
My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.
He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human.
Isn't it pretty to think so.
Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.