“Close only counts in horseshoes and hand gernades”
“Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.”
“Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.”
“It’s the spirit here that counts. The time may be long, the vehicle may be strange or unexpected. But if the dream is held close to the heart, and imagination is applied to what there is close at hand, everything is still possible.”
“Things that come with the fog: horseshoe crabs, tall ships, and wandering hearts.”
“Close your eyes. Take a breath. Count to three. Let it out. Count to four.” “Shove it up your ass,” he said, hunching into himself and starting to shake. “The last time you told me to close my eyes and count from ten, look what happened to me.”