None of the rest of my life figures here.
The third man in the ring makes boxing possible.
Every scar in my face is worth it.
Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.
Except that awards are competitive, which is a negative thing, they are wonderful for singling out deserving individuals and bringing their work to the attention of many potential readers who might otherwise have been totally unaware of them.