For me, traveling and living are the same. How you travel is a symbol of your life.
Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.
In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.
I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.
Well, I was born in El Paso, Texas, it was in the nearest hospital to the family farm.
After leaving ImageMovers, I sold two pitches to Fox Atomic, which I then wrote for them.
Ten years ago, the level was nowhere near what it is today. (on soccer in the United States)
Wolves together stand howling soft and loud at light, singing family songs.