I longed to fly. I was paid in flying lessons and, by the time I was 13, I&#39;d logged 100 hours at the controls.

Stop the habit of wishful thinking and start the habit of thoughtful wishes.

When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed. His leg still hurt, it was still dark, he was still alone and the self-pity had accomplished nothing.

Look, why don’t you sit yourself down over there and let me plug you in?” He gestured Arthur toward a chair which looked as if it had been made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus. “It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus,” explained the old man

Written By Douglas Adams

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