One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.
I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.
With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
Self-confidence grows on trees, in other people's orchards.
Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.
If you're a gifted flirt, talking about the price of eggs will do as well as any other subject.