The Shortest Answer Is Doing

To Hell With Them. Nothing Hurts If You Don't Let It.

I Started Out Very Quiet And I Beat Mr. Turgenev. Then I Trained Hard And I Beat Mr. De Maupassant. I've Fought Two Draws With Mr. Stendhal, And I Think I Had An Edge In The Last One. But Nobody's Going To Get Me In Any Ring With Mr. Tolstoy Unless I'm Crazy Or I Keep Getting Better.

There Isn't Any Me. I'm You. Don't Make Up A Separate Me.

Until You're Grown-up They Send You To Reform School. After You're Grown-up They Send You To The Penitentiary.

You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You Know What Makes A Good Loser? Practice.