I didn't understand 3-D in the fifties and I can't say I get it now either. I just don't see what the big deal is.
It's the closest to death I have ever been. The chemotherapy takes you as far down into hell as you've ever, ever been.
Be strong, believe in who you are; be strong, believe in what you feel.
You are more powerful than you know; you are beautiful just as you are.
Everybody's got a hunger no matter where they are. Everybody clings to their own fear. Everybody hides some scar - Precious pain. Empty and cold but it keeps me alive. I gave it my soul so that I could survive - keeping me safe in these chains.
Instead of taking five or six of the prescriptions, I decided to go a natural route and smoke marijuana.
Don't let anyone tell you that you have to be a certain way. Be unique. Be what you feel.
Letter-writing I imagine is counted as 'work' from which you must abstain, and I scribble this letter simply from the self-satisfied notion that you will like to hear from me. You see, I have asked no questions, which are the torture-screws of correspondence. Hence you have nothing to answer.
Remove all the traffic lights, yellow lines, one-way systems and road markings, and let blissful anarchy prevail. I imagine it would produce a kind of harmony.
I don't know what it's like to be Jewish, but I suspect there is some aspect of that: being Jewish is the thing that bonds you as opposed to being Jewish from Poland, or Jewish from Hungary.
You should not be hovering in the background, inflating the drama. Simply envelop him in love and affection and let him know that you will support his efforts, whatever they are.