I'm just kind of lazy and messed up and self-managed - self-mismanaged.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world
And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.
The proposition that the people are the best keepers of their own liberties is not true. They are the worst conceivable, they are no keepers at all; they can neither judge, act, think, or will, as a political body.
My parents are really conservative. My dad is Muslim, and my mom is the most conservative woman you've ever met. They're very aristocratic in the most quaint suburban way.
After writing anything, there's always that postpartum feeling of, "What do I do now?" - I think particularly for nonfiction writers. I feel myself pulled back to the same themes, sometimes even the same moments, and I'm not sure that I want that.
It's painful, but it's part of the recognition that makes real healing possible, if healing is possible (the jury is out on that, that's the usual phrase - should I say the jury is deadlocked?). Staying with the pain, attending to it, being present to and with it - that's the task, because that's the only (as far as I can tell) hope of finding a way forward.