I don't paint like a woman is supposed to paint. Thank God, art doesn't bother about things like that.
Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.
I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.
When people are using their devices, it's probable that almost half are networking on social media.
If science proves some belief of Buddhism wrong, then Buddhism will have to change.
Nothing reassures parents more than surrounding their kids with the kind of guys who have a lot of weapons and nothing to do on weekdays.
If economists were doctors, they would today be mired in malpractice suits.