You Make Your Own Luck. Luck Is

You Make Your Own Luck. Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

When I Broke In, In 1957, It Was Wide Open. Now You're Up Against Strong Competition.

Nobody Beats A Bunch Of Journalists For Inflating Their Rather Mundane Straightforward Chores With A Lot More Melodrama And Self-importance Than The Job Should Be Asked To Contain.

My Biggest Fear Is Death, Because I Don't Think I'm Going Anywhere. And Since I Don't Think That, And I Don't Have A Belief ... I'm Married To Someone Who Has The Belief, So She Knows She's Going Somewhere.

...the British Press... [claimed That Tony] Blair Was Simply Bush's Poodle - A Favorite Phrase, Bewilderingly Popular, Although It Made No Sense - And That He Was Ignoring The Will Of The British People. Considering The Hacks Had Spent Blair's First Six Years In Office Condemning Him For Relying On Focus Groups And Opinion Polls For His Policies - In Other Words, Paying Attention To Nothing But The Will Of The People, Or At Least Their Whims - That Seemed A Little Rich To Me, But As I Said, Logical Consistency Has Never Figured Highly In The British Media's Scale Of Values.