I no longer try to be right; I choose to be happy. - Ric Elias

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No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.

Ric Elias

I no longer try to be right; I choose to be happy.

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I regretted the time I wasted on things that did not matter with people that [do] matter.

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It's like this when you fall hard for a musician. It's a crush with religious overtones. You listen to the songs and you memorize the words and the notes and this is a form of prayer. You attend the shows and this is the liturgy. You're interested in relics -- guitar picks, set lists, the sweaty napkin applied to His brow. You set up shrines in your room. It's not just about the music. It's about who you are when you listen to the music and who you wish to be and the way a particular song can bridge that gap, can make you feel the abrupt thrill of absolute faith.

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I think I have a superior brain and an inferior stature, if you really want to get brutal about it.

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