We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.
There are two types of sacrifices: correct ones and mine
You must take your opponent into a deep dark forest where 2+2=5, and the path leading out is only wide enough for one
In my games I have sometimes found a combination intuitively simply feeling that it must be there. Yet I was not able to translate my thought processes into normal human language.
If you wait for luck to turn up, life becomes very boring.
It's funny, but many people don't understand why I draw so many games nowadays. They think my style must have changed but this is not the case at all. The answer to this drawing disease is that my favorite squares are e6, f7, g7 and h7 and everyone now knows this. They protect these squares not once but four times!
Just as one's imagination is stirred by a girl's smile, so is one's imagination stirred by the possibilities of chess.
I don't use the phrase 'I love you' very often, but I say it every time I talk to my children.
It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. "Okay. I love you. Bye. " Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.
Machineries of reason, machineries of conduct, machineries of virtue. The machine that regulates instinct, keeps one’s hands free of another man’s throat, free of one’s own. These machines have all, as someone said, gone too long in the elements. Gummed now, rusted, bloodless. I forget who said it and I no longer care.
Time is short, your obligations are infinite. Are your houses regulated, your children instructed, the afflicted relieved, the poor visited, the work of piety accomplished?