The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
Nothing is worse, or more of a breach of the social contract between citizen and state, than for government officials, bureaucrats and agencies to waste the money entrusted to them by the people they serve.
It's interesting to be an adult and to have that level of ignorance about something, because the nice part about is you get that discovery. The learning curve is so rich and steep.
I think I would really lay down and die. Music comes from a very primal, twisted place. When a person sings, their body, their mouth, their eyes, their words, their voice says all these unspeakable things that you really can't explain but that mean something anyway. People are completely transformed when they sing; people look like that when they sing or when they make love. But it's a weird thing—at the end of the night I feel strange, because I feel I've told everybody all my secrets.
I slept just floating in the middle of the flight deck, the upper deck of the space shuttle.