All I Know Is That Young Boys

If The Wind Rises It Can Push Us Against The Flood When It Comes.

One Cat Just Leads To Another. The Place Is So Damned Big It Doesn't Really Seem As Though There Were Many Cats Until You See Them All Moving Like A Mass Migration At Feeding Time.

Bullfighting Is The Only Art In Which The Artist Is In Danger Of Death And In Which The Degree Of Brilliance In The Performance Is Left To The Fighter's Honor.

If My Valentine You Won't Be, I'll Hang Myself On Your Christmas Tree.

You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You Know What Makes A Good Loser? Practice.