I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that children, two monuments, would break from between my legs.
I'm like an owl. . . I don't give a HOOT!
I sting like a butterfly and punch like a flea.
I live by my own rules (reviewed, revised, and approved by my wife). . but still my own.
One time, hey, in high school this girl told me, hey, its not you, its me. . Ofcourse its you, you dang HEFFER!
I am the MacGyver of cooking. If you bring me a piece of bread, cabbage, coconut, mustard greens, pigs feet, pine cones. . . and a woodpecker, I'll make you a good chicken pot pie.
A beaver is about like the ninjas the suckers only work at night and they're hard to find.
Life is truly a ride. We're all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he's ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes you put your arms up and scream, sometimes you just hang on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair's messed, you're out of breath, and you didn't throw up.
To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
We shall succeed only so far as we continue that most distasteful of all activity, the intolerable labor of thought.
There's a similarity between European and North African folk musics.