We didn't go in whining and crying; we went in with some proposals on how to fix it. They seemed attentive and listening, and wanting to find out what the problems were so they could fix them.

That's racin. It's nothing whining and crying can do anything about. We actually got to the front on a track that I honestly didn't think I'd be able to pass anybody on. I kind of surprised myself. I'm sorry for all of my guys and everything. The NORA championship, we're pretty happy about that. We still got that wrapped up so that's something to smile about. Hopefully, we'll go to the Race of Champions next weekend and see if we can get a top run up there.

The ones that are over here whining and crying, all they're doing is proving they're not winners, they're whiners. Most of everybody over there has never had anything to do with the military service.

Everything seemed to be in place.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all …a day … an hour ...
...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
But not today. It could not be today.

I am easily moved to tears and rarely survive a visit to the cinema without shedding them, racked, as I am, by the most perfunctory, meretricious or even callously sentimental attempts at poignancy (something about the exterior of the human face, so vast and palpable, with the eyes and the lips: it is all writ too large for me, too immediate for me.)