My heart was pounding, my mind was racing. I'm trying to keep an eye on where the hell we were going.

My heart was racing the entire third period.

My mind is always racing.

He did a hell of a job. That's what happens when you have heart and guts.

I heard a loud crash, and then all hell broke loose. I went straight down, then I was just trying to fight my way up.

The only difference was one of them was trying to make a perfect cake and one of them was trying to write a great book. But if we remove that from the equation, it's the same impulse and they are equally entitled to their ecstasies and their despair.