Camel Motivational Quotes

What baseball managers did do, on occasion, beginning in the early 1980s, was hire some guy who knew how to switch on the computer. But they did this less with honest curiosity than in the spirit of a beleaguered visitor to Morocco hiring a tour guide: pay off one so that the seventy-five others will stop trying to trade you their camels for your wife. Which one you pay off is largely irrelevant.

In darkness, shine like a star. In dirt, flourish like a flower. In drought, persevere like a camel. In pressure, glow like a diamond.

I could see the smudge of a pistol in his reflection’s grip, aimed right at my back. “I’m pretty good at reading people,” I said calmly, not turning around. “Figuring out their motivations. What makes them tick.” He didn’t say anything. I could almost hear him breathe. “You’re thinking, right about now,” I said, “that I’m the straw that’s breaking the camel’s back. That if you took me out of the picture, your life would be a whole lot simpler and safer. I don’t blame you for that. If I was in your shoes, I’d feel the same way. But I’m going to ask you a question, Gary. Just one question.” Still no reply. I imagined his finger curling around the trigger, a gentle squeeze from doomsday. “Gary, you know my name. And you’ve read Harmony’s file on me. The crime scene reports. The speculation and the rumors. You’ve seen the pictures of the bodies. Or what’s left of them. Do you believe what’s in that file, Gary?” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “I do,” he whispered. “You’re a fucking monster.” “Good. Then I want to ask you another question. You’ll get one shot, Gary, just one shot…so what do you think will happen if it doesn’t kill me?” His reflection’s arm wavered, then dropped limply to his side. I let myself out.

One camel does not make fun of the other camel’s hump.