I started to submit when I was twelve, and obviously at that time they weren't good enough, and I suppose in my heart of hearts I knew it. But you have to start sooner or later, you have to dig in.
A man who lies about beer makes enemies.
We lie best when we lie to ourselves.
Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.
What can be done when youโre eleven can often never be done again.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.