We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.
Reaching the finish line, never walking, and enjoying the race. These three, in this order, are my goals.
Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.
If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes, you could go far.
Rousseau defined civilizations as when people build fences.
Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?