Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
Printer's ink is the great apostle of progress, whose pulpit is the press.
The illusion that times that were are better than those that are, has probably pervaded all ages.
The way we do things is to begin.
If you have no family or friends to aid you. . . turn your face to the Great West and there build up your home and fortune.
Ease up, the play is over.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.
Neighbors would pass, and when they honked I'd remember that I was in my Speedo. Then I'd wrap my towel like a skirt around my waist and remind my sisters that this was not girlish but Egyptian, thank you very much.
I'm not a tech guy. I'm looking at the technology with the eyes of my customers, normal people's eyes.
Take it from me, Fate doesn't care most of the time.
The need for Kitsch arises when genuine emotion has become rare.