The first couple of days on the detox diet aren't pleasant.
I believe it to my soul that you're the devil in nylon hose, for the harder I worker the faster my money goes.
Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans. Well, roll my breakfast cause I'm a hungry man.
Like a one eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store.
I don't remember yesterday. Today it rained.
Now flip, flop, and fly, I don't care if I die.
When I think about my own work, there usually is one or the other light bulb moment where there is this flash of insight. Where do these ideas come from? Supernatural? Enigmatic? Divine? You can take that any way you like. I think the human mind does a lot of things that we could call somehow divine.
In a way, the cancer became an ally because it stopped me from running around so much. I was able to settle down and write things I hadn't had a chance to before.
Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr. , Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage. ]
The radical is simply being given more room in the mainstream. And I think young people - I'm talking about the very young millennials - they are bored by so much so fast and have such fast big brains, that they won't digest lazy uninteresting work in the way my generation might have. This is a great opportunity for those on the fringe to be less on the fringe perhaps.