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But time, as they say, heals all wounds that aren’t affected by sepsis or gangrene.
“Why are you so anxious to build yourself a ceiling? Why don’t you build a rocket instead?”
“We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.” H.G. WELLS
—I frowned, patting down my shirt front like I was looking for something—“Wait, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
“Are you a parking ticket? ’Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”
“Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”
“How about this: do you know what my shirt is made of?” I pointed to the flannel I was wearing. Letting her hands drop, she glanced between me and my shirt. “Cotton?” I lifted my eyebrows, gave her a pointed look, and said with flourish, “Boyfriend material.”
“Would you grab my arm”—I held out my elbow—“so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?”
“Kicking isn’t talking.” Although . . . I could see how it might be gratifying to kick random furniture.
In that moment, I realized something interesting: in a battle between two bullshitters, the one who cares about the outcome will always lose to the one who doesn’t care at all.
Cake without milk is like drunk without disorderly. Where’s the fun in that?
I mentally ranted at imaginary versions of my adversaries for four hours.
You said, building your whole world around another person is like building a skyscraper on sand.” “And so it is.” She chuckled. “But living a life without love is like living alone in a skyscraper. What good does a solid foundation do if the building is empty?”
“What’s the best thing about being from Switzerland?” “What?” “I don’t know, but the flag is a big plus.”
“You must have Viking blood.” Nelson and I shared a look and she rolled her eyes, ignoring our colleague. “Actually, no. My people come from Wakanda.”
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” MAYA ANGELOU
Clowns, in my experience, are like cats. They can sense when a person isn’t into them and then go out of their way to interact with that person.