I've found a formula for avoiding these exaggerated fears of age; you take care of every day - let the calendar take care of the years.
The frivolous work of polished idleness.
The powers of a man's mind are directly proportional to the quantity of coffee he drank.
Men are never so good or so bad as their opinions.
Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself.
The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity.
A vice utterly at variance with the happiness of him who harbors it, and, as such, condemned by self-love.
I think as much as the city is changing us, our experience inside the city also changes. I think, a city like Cairo - and it's interesting because yesterday, a friend of mine told me the same this thing about New York - is a city that you can't control. It's very bold and very aggressive, and it will constantly resist any attempt at control. But even though you can't control it, you can find your path within the city. You can come to a better understanding of your relationship with it.
You've gotta be dynamic in media. That's the only thing that's gonna work.
It angers me that sick people have to wait for everything and everybody - doctors, nurses, callbacks, lab results, prescriptions, medications, technicians, treatment rooms. If illness is the embodiment of powerlessness, which, believe me, is true, then waiting is its temporal incarnation.
The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.