Mo'Nique is so full of love. I've been describing her as the tree in 'Pocahontas. ' She's so wise and loving. She is just everything.
Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.
Were wisdom to be sold, she would give no price; every man is satisfied with the share he has from nature.
You're seeing the first communist-produced automobile coming in to the U. S. . What I'm going to run on is a rebirth of capitalism.
Voters, I think, in many ways, have begun to really reject the system.
This song ain't black or white and as far as I know it don't infringe on anyone's copyright.