Armenag Saroyan was the failed poet, the failed Presbyterian preacher, the failed American, the failed theological student.
The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Evil is a point of view. . . God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately. . . for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
Now and then, someone is able to look at an empty space, conclude it would be a great place to start a revolution, and bravely go forward.
The art of publicity is a black art; but it has come to stay, and every year adds to its potency.
Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.
Free improvisation, in addition to being a highly skilled musical craft, is open to use by almost anyone - beginners, children, and non-musicians.