Conscience is the reason employed about questions of right and wrong.
A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.
I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.
Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness.
We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.
I wish everyday could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like under the masks.
Whenever there is a conflict between being right and being kind, if possible, choose being kind.
There was lots of pleasure in writing The Flamethrowers. Then again, what is pleasure? Some pleasure is easy and other kinds are never quite felt, existing only as the residue of hard work, or more as satisfaction than thrill.
I think after 1970 or so, after I sold Soul City, I took off for awhile and didn't do too many gigs.
They're happy to be Siamese twins. They feel blessed. But the rest of us have to go through the world alone. And they don't. And because they have this great attitude, they have a lot of friends. They were the kings of the prom. You know, they were in the state championship hockey team. You know, they're the goalie. And it's just they're a couple of winners who happen to be Siamese twins.
Nothing will make us so charitable and tender to the faults of others, as, by self-examination, thoroughly to know our own.