Do it big, do it right and do it with style.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.
Here she comes now, say, Mony, Mony. Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on, Mony.
I'm coming from a place of total strength and humility now.
If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.
Michael Jordan was a tremendous basketball player.