Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
It's fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.' Because he got hurt?' No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.
It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
He moves smoothly and slowly, carrying his concentration like a brimming cup.