Even the wheel of fortune can run over you.

I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.

He ran as fast as he could, but the memories were fast too. He stumbled upon them and fell to the ground. The memories got up and stared into his eyes menacingly, they laughed harder and kept their foot on his neck. He choked and fought to breathe. He tried and failed to scream. They choked him hard until he suffered and died miserably inside.

Running was not always the coward's route; it was a matter of survival. The fewer violent encounters one invited, the longer the life.

Speculators get a bad rap. In the popular imagination they're greedy, heedless, and amoral, adept at price manipulations and dirty tricks. In reality, they often play a key role in making markets run smoothly.

I was a big sports fan, and I had been closely monitoring Hank Aaron's home run totals since I was a kid playing on the sandlot adjacent to the Foundry and Machine Company in Batavia, Illinois.

Children run everywhere for a reason--it's fun. Grown-ups can forget that sometimes.

If you can run six miles on a summer day then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom. We can dump heat on the run, but animals can't pant while they gallop.

They run, they touch, they learn, they play, They listen, they work hard at growing all day.

Sports can't be run by governments.