Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

It's a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.

The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.

Winning takes precedence over all. There's no gray area. No almosts.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

If you had to win a game, it's a toss-up between Steve Young, John Elway and Dan Marino, ... Steve had that one unique quality of scrambling away from pressure, John would lumber for the first down and Dan had an unbelievable arm. It was never over when Steve was on the field; he had the unique ability to do things that were almost impossible. He could lift the entire team with his ability alone.