I hate my smile - I think I look like an absolute wally when I smile, I really do.
Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!
These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.
. . . you have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for
That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretation and they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.
Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.
The man who is seeking truth is free of all societies and cultures.
He that cannot reason is a fool. He that will not is a bigot. He that dare not is a slave.
And I endeavour to subdue circumstances to myself, and not myself to circumstances. [Lat. , Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor. ]
The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.