Mitchell Stephens: You'd make a good poker player, kid.
Rocket science is tough, and rockets have a way of failing.
Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too. -Stephen King, IT
Es gibt keinen Gott und ist sein Prophet. ( .) { .'}
Clear nights are sometimes the coldest.
The antidote to joy is dread.
A nervous silence loosens tongues
As my mum still candidly says, I was the runt of the litter.
Always mystify, mislead and surprise the enemy if possible.
I wanted to be good but I wasn't sure if I was prepared
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.
Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.
I want to have a nice country home one day, yeah.
I always told my dad I'd play professional football.
Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.
The fundamental defect of fathers, in our competitive society, is that they want their children to be a credit to them.
There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.
My dad was a Communist Party member who fought for his country.
It is not weird for a dad to be doing the dishes, the laundry, and taking the kids to school, and read them stories for bed.
It's a good place when all you have is hope and not expectations.
Reach for it. Push yourself as far as you can.
