I go down to my little hut, where it's tight and dark and warm, and within minutes I can go back to being six or seven or eight again.
We are all a great deal luckier that we realize, we usually get what we want - or near enough.
I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.
I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.
The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.
When I walked to school in the mornings I would start out alone but would pick up four other boys along the way. We would set out together after school across the village green.
