You can make yourself the greatest singer in the world or the best drummer in the world with the aid of technology.
If it makes you nervous- you're doing it right.
We lay out our lives in a narrative we understand, like a movie, but are you enjoying making it or are you wondering who's watching my movie.
You have to be real with yourself. No one is doing that. People are too concerned with making everything look nice and calm and pretty.
You're always allowed to be better.
Took the G out yo waffle, all you got left is your ego.
I felt like high school for me was like a big whirlpool of me trying to figure out what was OK for me to do.
Not believing in the glory of our own soul is what the Vedanta calls atheism.
When you're battling for a job, you know that every day you've got to perform.
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives. . . and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
She lights a match in the dark hall and moves it onto the wick of the candle. Light lifts itself onto her shoulders. She is on her knees. She puts her hands on her thighs and breathes in the smell of the sulphur. She imagines she slap breathes in light.