I’ve always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.
I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood.
I like irons. But I love fire.
I have often found that bleeding hearts have an ironic fear of their own blood.
I can’t fault you for being shortsighted. I hope you won’t fault me for having a long memory.
History is earned. You win the day, and then you win the day after, and you do the same thing every day until you’re dead. And you’re remembered not for the winning, but because you never lost.
Grief demands an answer, but sometimes there isn’t one.
Generosity is its own form of power.
Friends make the worst enemies.
Even Achilles was only as strong as his heel.
Conscience has an unmistakable stink to it, sort of like raw onions and morning breath. But a lie stinks even more when it’s coming from someone who isn’t used to lying. It’s more like rotten eggs and horse****.
Call me whatever you want, but you should remember, these days, when you’re talking to one person, you’re talking to 1,000.
