Everybody saying you can't do this, you can't do that. I don't know why. Guess if you listen to it, you can convince yourself of it.
Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.
Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
'Ms. ' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.
But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.
What I have written-and how I came to write it-is most powerfully what I am.
The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.
Secrecy is the linchpin of abuse of power,. . . its enabling force. Transparency is the only real antidote.
Since the start of the Ashes I have had a hectic workload. I've played almost every game, but I'm thinking that after South Africa and the Bangladesh series I can clock off for two or three months. It's like Friday afternoon for a guy who goes to work all week.
The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.