“That makes,what? The second time I've saved your life? Third, if you count that thing in Defense with the Vandy. Speaking of which, you're still thrusting your elbow too high on Skill Nine."I swallowed twice before I was able to answer. "I'll work on that.”

“In moments such as these, it’s the minor seconds that count. Seconds that can make or break you. Seconds that can save your life.”

“Of your life, you sleep one third, work one third, and worry one third. If you want to change your life, what third would you change?”

“I yet beseech your majesty,--If for I want that glib and oily art,To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend,I'll do't before I speak,--that you make knownIt is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step,That hath deprived me of your grace and favour;But even for want of that for which I am richer,A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongueAs I am glad I have not, though not to have itHath lost me in your liking.”

“Guts are important. Your guts are what digest things. But it is your brains that tell you which things to swallow and which not to swallow.”

“I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.”