Whenever you feel unimportant, unloved, or insecure, remember to who you belong.
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
I leave you free to imagine any dialogue you please. Choose whatever may charm you. Have it, if you like, that they hear the voice of the blood, or that they fall in love at first sight. . . Conceive the wildest improbabilities. Have it that the depths of their beings are thrilled at accosting each other in slang. Tangle them suddenly in a swift embrace or a brotherly kiss. Do whatever you like.
When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Size alone is not a key to success, as we have seen recently.
There was a pony named Barbapoppa that I received at the age of five, and he was very mischievous and maybe even devilish. Barbapoppa was the most fabulous first animal I was to have and challenged me much.
That's my Shinobi Way