That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war
No headboards were broken.
Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?
I have guts, just not when it counts.