Man Is Not Made For Defeat.

Everybody Is Friends When Things Are Bad Enough.

Everything About Him Was Old Except His Eyes And They Were The Same Color As The Sea And Were Cheerful And Undefeated.

It Seemed Out Of Place To Think Of Consequences During The Fiesta.

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

Never Write About A Place Until You're Away From It, Because That Gives You Perspective