Our lie is like a cancer that's spread to every single area of our lives.
Outward appearances mean everything.
Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.
Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.
Mujer, you own my soul.
It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.