Run Ronnie Run Quotes

So, all in all, the whore's drawers are back up, and with any luck they'll stay that way.

All American politicians are bought and paid for by American lobbyists. We no longer have representative government here. We breed monsters like Kissinger and Nixon and Ronnie Reagan. Our senate and congress are run by pay-offs and special interest money. And the fun part is that most Americans are asleep about it. Give 'em a new SUV and a good J-Lo or Tom Cruise kung-fu flick and a few jolly abortion clinic bombing news clips on the six o'clock news and everybody seems to stay content. Wasn't it Churchill that said any society gets exactly the government it deserves?

A champion thinks: ‘That’s going in the hole, pot the blue and get on to the pink; that’s the shot.’ Embrace the moment, I told myself. This is what top sport is about, this is how you separate yourself from the pack. You grab these opportunities, and commit.

Even though I was still running well, I didn’t feel good in myself. It’s funny: to the outside world I looked in great nick – healthy, trim, fit. Everybody was saying, you’re looking well, but I was in pieces. I wasn’t eating my way out of depression, but I was running my way out of my depression. But even the running didn’t always do the trick.

With all my demons, and my mum away, and dad away, and the drink and drugs, the kids, the maintenance, the keeping fit, the obsessions, the depressions, in between all that I’ve managed to win four world titles, four UKs and four Masters. I don’t know how. I’ve won 24 ranking events, 10 Premier Leagues, more than 50 tournaments altogether. It’s not bad going for such a fuck-up!

When I stopped taking drugs I got really depressed. I was struggling with life. It’s a bit chicken and egg. I was depressed because I’d stopped drinking and taking drugs, but I only drank and took drugs in the first place because I was depressed. Ultimately I’d rather be clean and depressed than on drugs and depressed. At least there’s a way out, and you’re reliant on your natural feelings – if you’re down you really are down; if you’re up, you are genuinely up.

And it did not matter that all of this would pass, that’s what occurred to me. It didn’t matter this time and place would be gone, that these feelings would go to the place of all feelings once pure and complete. It didn’t matter that Sophie and Charlie and Ronnie Troy would slip out of my life, and Christy and Annie Mooney, and then Ganga and Doady, that all of them would be gone but be like remembered music or the amassed richness of a lived life. Because at that moment I understood that this in miniature was the world, a connective of human feeling, for the most part by far pulsing with the dream of the betterment of the other, and in this was an invisible current that, despite faults and breakdowns, was all the time being restored and switched back on and was running not because of past or future times but because, all times since beginning and to the end, the signal was still on, still pulsing, and still trying to love.

She'd do it. She was capable. She'd fight for justice for folks like Ronnie's parents. And she'd run a newspaper again - she had years of experience as proof she could do it. She was out here in a land where anyone could succeed if they were bold enough, if they were smart and strong enough. And she was all of those things. Before she'd done it for Pa. Now she'd do it for herself. And somehow watching Trace, and knowing he thought first of justice, made something grow inside her. It gave her the strength to do anything she put her mind to. She trusted herself enough to believe.

As discussed in Chapter 2, data gathered from A/B tests by Ronny Kohavi, who directed Amazon’s Data Mining and Personalization group before joining Microsoft as General Manager of its Experimentation Platform, reveal that 60%–90% of ideas do not improve the metric they were intended to improve. Thus if we’re not running experiments to test the value of new ideas before completely developing them, the chances are that about 2/3 of the work we are doing is of either zero or negative value to our customers — and certainly of negative value to our organization, since this work costs us in three ways. In addition to the cost of developing the features, there is an opportunity cost associated with more valuable work we could have done instead, and the cost of the new complexity they add to our systems (which manifests itself as the cost of maintaining the code, a drag on the rate at which we can develop new functionality, and often, reduced operational stability and performance).

In our current post-Christendom era, committed activists have ruptured almost everything that was settled in society. Debatable matters are now decided contrary to the Bible, and previously unthinkable matters are now debated. What kind of leader can succeed in this era of bewildering upheaval? Only the leader who is Spirit-led can navigate cultural churn and lead people forward. Without God’s presence, leaders will run aground on any number of rocks. But with God’s presence, the forward leader will skillfully journey to God’s appointed destination.

- So, Ronnie - Garret spoke up - , are you a local? - Yes, for good or bad reasons. - said Ronnie. - Aw, come on now, there has to be some sort of redeeming factor, right, Tyler? - Exactly! - Tyler agreed. - Well, I live with my family, they all love me, but outside of it I have close to zero support. Most people are just... awful. - said Ronnie. - Avoid being too critical of human society. I may run the risk of saying a cliché, but regardless of the fact that our society can be likened to a disease, there are always notable exceptions that exist. - said Tyler.

There was an extraordinary flow of players and talent concentrated in that time and place, gathered around Woody’s record. George Harrison walked in one night. Rod Stewart would pop in occasionally. Mick came and sang on the record, and Mick Taylor played. After not hanging about much on the London rock-and-roll scene for a couple of years, it was nice to see everybody and not have to move. They’d come to you. There was always jamming. Ronnie and I hit it off straightaway, day in, day out, we had a load of good laughs. He said, I’m running short of songs, so I knocked up a couple of songs for him, “Sure the One You Need” and “We Got to Get Our Shit Together.” That’s where I first heard “It’s Only Rock ’n’ Roll,” in Ronnie’s studio. It’s Mick’s song and he’d cut it with Bowie as a dub. Mick had gotten this idea and they started to rock on it. It was damn good. Shit, Mick, what are you doing it with Bowie for? Come on, we’ve got to steal that motherfucker back. And we did, without too much difficulty. Just the title by itself was so beautifully simple, even if it hadn’t been a great song in its own right. I mean, come on. “It’s only rock and roll but I like

Too soft to go after her estranged, alcoholic husband who’d run off with most of her savings. Too soft to ask her son Ronnie, my good-for-nothing cousin, for help—he was a boy, therefore free to live his own life. Not to say that the rest of the family never lobbed guilt his way—he just managed to dodge it while I took nothing but direct hits.

How many miles today?' became the endless query, whether from Linda, who wanted to discuss household affairs, or from Ali, who might want homework help, or from Ronnie, who sometimes would venture to join me on shorter sections when her internship gave her time. The daily answer went steadily up: 20 miles, 23, 25, and more. I would launch in the early morning, backtiming everything to allow for feeding the dog, getting ready for work, doing my job, and coming home to eat, sleep, and do it all again the next day. The math was formidable. Consider that on particularly good days I might rip along at 6 to 7 miles an hour, or as I like to think of it, somewhat less than half the speed of the marathon world-record holder. At that rate, a 20-mile run takes well over three hours. It was like making time to watch Gone with the Wind each morning before breakfast.