Habit is, of all the plants of human growth, the one that has the least need of nutritious soil in order to live, and is the first to appear on the most seemingly barren rock.
I find time to write the way kids find time to ride their bikes.
I never actually thought about my delivery. I was always just throwing the ball.
It's an accompaniment to life. It's not something that I do to rap; I smoke when I open my eyes...I don't know any other feeling.
Generally we don't really consciously do it as a purpose-driven thing. ... It's really just a response to life.
From old habit, unconsciously he thanked God that he no longer believed in Him.
Why does my brain insist on counting the steps every time I walk up a flight of stairs? I just can't help myself. There's something about my mind that always wants to keep counting.
