It's all about. . . getting back up and getting back to work and striving to be the best you can be.
I still got dreams like anybody else, an ever so often, I am thinkin about how things might of been.
If your gonna screw up, do it while you're young. Older you get, the harder it is to bounce back.
I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is.
The weeks go by so slow I almost think time passin backwards.
So whatever else has happened, I am figgerin this: I can always look back an say, at least I ain't led no hum-drum life.
Life is like a box of chocolates, You never know what you're gonna get.
Hate knows that love is the cure.
Everyone always says, Does it bother you that Italians are always portrayed as Mafia characters? No, it doesn't bother me. First of all, not everybody in my family is in the Mafia. I have one uncle who's clean.
. . . when you resist what happens, your mind begins to race; the same thoughts that impinge upon you are actually created by you.
With so much reading ahead of you, the temptation might be to speed up. But in fact it’s essential to slow down and read every word. Because one important thing that can be learned by reading slowly is the seemingly obvious but oddly underappreciated fact that language is the medium we use in much the same way a composer uses notes, the way a painter uses paint. I realize it may seem obvious, but it’s surprising how easily we lose sight of the fact that words are the raw material out of which literature is crafted.