You Can Never Tell What People Have

Hate Has No Literature: Real Fear And Real Hate Have No Words

I Think That We All, Each One Of Us, We All Have To Earn Our Future.

Optimism Is The First Cousin Of Love, And It's Exactly Like Love In Three Ways: It's Pushy, It Has No Real Sense Of Humour, And It Turns Up Where You Least Expect It.

The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

Luck Is What Happens To You When Fate Gets Tired Of Waiting