Downtown New York, I'm within certain styles of music and I'm also within certain cultural, you know, and literary context.
He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.
Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.
He that commits a fault, thinkes every one speakes of it. [He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it. ]
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing. . . a grateful heart!
While I regard the Nakba as an ongoing crime that needs to be prosecuted and reversed. . . Shavit defends its necessity and lectures Palestinians trapped in squalid refugee camps to just get over it.
Home computers are being called upon to perform many new functions, including the consumption of homework formerly eaten by the dog.
The fans are bad everywhere you go, with language, and with behavior. You can't put enough cops in the stands, but you ought to give the cops cameras, give people cameras, so they can take a picture of the idiot and you can identify him.
Oh, ye infidel philosophers, teach me how to find joy in sorrow, strength in weakness, and light in darkest days; how to bear buffeting and scorn; how to welcome death, and to pass through it into the sphere of life, and this not for me only, but for the whole world that groans and travails in pain; and till you can do this, speak not to me of a better revelation than the Bible.