Eleanor Roosevelt commented, "Life is like a parachute jump; you've got to get it right the first time.

It wasn't the risk," I said, flicking my toes at a big black-and-white splotched carp. "Or not entirely. It was—well, it was partly fear, but mostly it was that I—I couldn't leave Jamie." I shrugged helplessly. "I—simply couldn't.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.  ~ The Poison Belt

I've found that one must try and teach people that there's no top limit to disaster-that, so long as breath remains in your body, you've got accept the miseries of life. They will often seem infinite, insupportable. They are part of the human condition.

Written By Ian Fleming

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