I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.
Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.
As for the end of the universeโฆI say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?
A change is as good as a rest.
Fear is the emotion that makes us blind.
What can be done when youโre eleven can often never be done again.