Because sometimes, a man could do nothing about where he came from, he could only control where he went

You are not your own mistakes, they are what you did, not who you are

Ellos, los escritores, eran pródigos como reyes y estaban llenos de ideales ambiciosos y fantásticos delirios. Era una existencia entre el cielo y la tierra, metida en las tormentas, algo sublime

Why is it, I wondered, that old people are always so self-centered and excitable? But I just smiled benignly and stood back, comforted by the thought that soon they would be dead.

Written By Bill Bryson

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