O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Paradoxically, the problems of politics often arise not in the form of a problem of scarcity, but as one of abundance.
Procrastination most often arises from a sense that there is too much to do, and hence no single aspect of the to-do worth doing. . . . Underneath this rather antic form of action-as-inaction is the much more unsettling question whether anything is worth doing at all.
Our desires are never wholly transparent, even to ourselves.
Never before, I suspect, have so many people been so rich to so little purpose.
If anyone is tweeting right now, I'm not pulling a knife on David Cronenberg!
How doe we create the world we want, rather than a world that just happens to us?
I remember music first artists second.
The greatest dangers to liberty lurk in the insidious encroachment by men of zeal, well meaning but without understanding.
A lot of times what's satisfying to me in comedy is when a woman successfully does self-care.
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.