“Never forget," a Stranger said to me once in the lobby of the Midland Hotel in Manchester, "that only dead fish swim with the stream.”
“Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.”
“If you believe in your heart that you are right, then you must fight with all your might to do it your way. Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time.”
“Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.”
“You don't accomplish much by swimming with the mainstream. Hell, a dead fish can do that.”
“There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.”