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There Is Something Beautiful About All Scars Of Whatever Nature. A Scar Means The Hurt Is Over, The Wound Is Closed And Healed, Done With.

Survival Is Triumph Enough.

I've Never Enjoyed Myself. I'm Incapable Of Enjoying Myself. There's Just Some People Who Don't Enjoy Themselves Very Much.

I Think All Of Us Are Looking For That Which Does Not Admit Of Bullshit . . . If You Tell Me You Can Bench Press 450, Hell, We'll Load Up The Bar And Put You Under It. Either You Can Do It Or You Can't Do It-you Can't Bullshit. Ultimately, Sports Are Just About As Close To What One Would Call The Truth As It Is Possible To Get In This World.

I Am Not Perfect." It Came Out In A Rush Of Breath. "see I Thought I Was. Thank God I Ain't. See A Perfect Thing Ain't Got A Chance. The World Kills It, Everything Perfect. (listen To Him!) Now See A Thing That Ain't Perfect, It Grows Like A Weed. Yeah, Like A Weed! A Thing That Ain't Perfect Gets Hand Clapping, Smiles, Takes The Wire An Easy Winner. But The World Ain't Set Up Right If You Perfect. You Lible To Run Right Into A Brick Wall. Looks Like Suicide. All The Weeds Say, Looka There, It Suicide!