I shake my head. "You can't do anything to break me." I said trying to get out of his grasp. I knee him and he falls backwards. I stand up and dust myself off.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
