I have tried to know absolutely nothing about a great many things, and I have succeeded fairly well.
I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.
The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right. ”
I don't need gold in heaven, I gotta have it now.
If men were able to be convinced that art is a precise advance knowledge of how to cope with the psychic and social consequences of the next technology, would they all become artist? Or would they begin a careful translation of new art forms into social navigation charts? I am curious to know what would happem if art were suddenly seen for what it is, namely, exact information of how to rearrange one's psyche in order to anticipate the next blow from our own extended faculties.
Faith in yourself and faith in God are the key to mastery of fear.
I can read more languages than I speak! I speak French and Italian - not very well, alas, but I can get by. I read German and Spanish. I can read Latin (I did a lot of Latin at school. ) I'm afraid I do not speak any African languages, although I can understand a little bit of the Zulu-related languages, but only a tiny bit.