Your tongue shoots daggers into my heart.
You don’t need to be extraordinary to do extraordinary things. But by doing extraordinary things you will become extraordinary.
If a lot is good, rest assured that some is better than none.
We trained hard, but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams, we would be reorganized. I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any situation by re-organizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.
If I were rich, I’d probably buy a $350 million round peg and trash it when I found it didn’t fit into my $60 million square hole.
I think it would be fun to go to a job interview with messy hair and crooked tie after bathing in whiskey. Then pop out a bottle of water and drop a couple alka-seltzers in it mid-sentence. I could never pull it off, but it’s fun to imagine.
Have you ever noticed that the amount of light you need is directly related to whether or not your eyes are open?
I think using the word unconscionable is usually unconscionable.
Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
Ah child of countless trees
Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, what you’re meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the night-time clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own designs
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine