The harder I work, the luckier I become.
I don't think a baker reads an awful lot about bread.
Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.
WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW?
I ushered souls into the next world. I was the grave of all hope. I was the ultimate reality. I was the assassin against whom no lock would hold. - "Yes, point taken, but do you have any particular skills?"
Here's what I suggest," he said. "You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too.