A good midfielder has eyes in the back of his head, that's the secret in a nutshell
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
I'm not a movie guy, I'm not a TV sitcom guy, but whatever seems to fit and is funny is good for me.
You look at what interests a person and then you formulate what their opinions are, in terms of how they see the world, and how they see love and life.
You see, a potter can only mold the clay when it lies completely in his hand. It requires complete surrender.
Well, when you look at a lot of science fiction novels they're asking questions about power. There are questions about what it means to have power and what are the long-term consequences of power.