If you can't be kind, at least be vague.
To be cool is to believe. To stay cool is to have the sweet fragments of serenity rock your wig away.
The flowers, the gorgeous, mystic multi-coloured flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people are the true flowers of life, and it has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in your garden.
If you get to it, and you cannot do it, then there you jolly well are, aren't you?
There is a great power within that when used in beauty and immaculate purity can cure and heal and cause miracles. When you use it it spreads like a magic garden and when you do not use it it recedes from you.
Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.
Your wig steers the gig.
I feel I need to really think about whether there's a way to use what skill I have to address things that outrage me, like the 13 year old girl getting stoned to death. Because I don't think making a movie is going to help that, or change that.
My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.
I still can't set up the ironing-board. A complete Luddite.
The way people are being displaced, who can stop the arrival of Maoism?