I choose life. I choose to eat, for I yearn for something more.
Listen, three eyes," he said, "don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.
A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.
Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?
I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.
Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.
Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?
The sun is still there. . . even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again.
So, I don't work in terms of real time. I don't work in a timely fashion.
This is no longer a battle of devices, it is a war of ecosystems.
I became a Republican in the summer of 1972. I was involved in running President Nixon's re-election campaign in California and became part of his administration at the start of his second term.