She gestured to the bag. "What have you got in there?"  "Nothing much. Some golfballs, a handful of tees, a Glock, extra ammo, two hand grenades, a tear gas canister, a knife, Tums, clean socks, flares, and some Ensure chocolate shakes."  "You took all of that with you to play golf?

For me, my travels have been the chance to go to a place that already exists in my imagination.

I’ve seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen, would not.

Art distills sensations and embodies it with enhanced meaning.

Written By Miguel de Unamuno

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