Humility Was Considered A Great Virtue In

Humility Was A Cult In My Family. I Only Got It Out Of My Father By Accident When He Was Very Old That He Had Won An Olympic Gold Medal.

Driving A Motorcycle Is Like Flying. All Your Senses Are Alive. Being House Is Like Flying, Too. He's Free Of The Gravity Of What People Think.

She Turned Towards Me And Narrowed Her Eyes...narrowed Them Horizontally, Not Vertically.

In Books, Day Breaks, And Night Falls. In Life, Night Rises From The Ground. The Day Hangs On For As Long As It Can, Bright And Eager, Absolutely And Positively The Last Guest To Leave The Party, While The Ground Darkens, Oozing Night Around Your Ankles, Swallowing For Ever That Dropped Contact Lens, Making You Miss That Low Catch In The Gully On The Last Ball Of The Last Over.

It Is The Middle Of December Now, And We Are About To Travel To Switzerland - Where We Plan To Ski A Little, Relax A Little, And Shoot A Dutch Politician A Little.