I never understood where the satisfaction is when you're missing the pleasure of conquest.
I like to think of The Falls as my own personal encyclopedia Greenaway-ensis.
Every historian has a vested interest. "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" was not about the Roman but the British empire. What price the truth?
If every man is supposed to think of sex once every nine minutes, what on earth does he think of in the other eight?
I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.
I can't think of anyone who has done anything remotely useful after the age of 80.
All the material is fictional and develops its own eight and a half private, coelesced journeys, where, perhaps not unexpectedly, the females can run faster than the men and trade their freedoms by exhausting the male sexual fantasies and replacing them by some of their own.
The good you have done, the kind words you have spoken, the love you have shown to others, can never be fully measured.
The business of raising animals for food (with its continuous heavy waste stream of methane and nitrous oxide - leading global warming gases) is responsible for about 18% of global warming. Some scientists actually say the number is closer to 50%.
Society is the picnic certain individuals leave early, the party they fail to enjoy, the musical comedy they find not worth the price of admission.
I couldn't imagine somebody like Osama bin Laden understanding the joy of Chanukah.