I grew up with coconuts as the main flavor in food in Jamaica. It's part of our culture.
So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die, Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough, And Virtue also says: We are not yet friends enough.
Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.
It is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.
This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. . . . I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.
I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.
I really wanted to support this campaign because I love heart shaped glasses. Seriously though, I've never hit anyone. I'm anti-violence full stop. Against women, against men, against animals. Against anything.
Humility is not something that comes naturally. But it is a cardinal virtue that should be pursued more than any other.
False shame accompanies a man that is poor, shame that either harms a man greatly or profits him; shame is with poverty, but confidence with wealth.
I am a terrible sleeper.