To get to know a truth properly, one must polemicize it.
People don't become gay, bisexual, pansexual, transexual. People just fall in love with another person.
Always try to create positivity. Even when people aren't.
Just live right now, and be yourself, it doesn't matter if it's not good enough for someone else.
I am hungry at the most inappropriate times.
One time I tried to marry a chicken.
How important to set aside time each day for the unknowable. How important to reach out: it doesn't matter that I don't yet believe.
My generation will actually be the first generation that is tamer than the one that came before it, and it will probably be poorer; less fun and less money.
Writers on the subject of August Strindberg have hitherto omitted to mention that he could not write. . . . Strindberg, who was neither a good nor a wise man, had a stroke of luck. He went mad. He lost the power of inhibition. Everything down to the pettiest suspicion that the dog had been given the leanest mutton chop, poured out of his lips. Men of his weakness and sensuality are usually, from their sheer brutishness, unable to express themselves. But Strindberg was mad and articulate. That is what makes him immortal.
I do a one-hour workout called Drenched, a cardio-boxing fitness routine, Monday through Friday. There are usually between twenty-five and fifty people there - everyone from stay-at-home moms and professional martial artists to teenagers and seniors. They play great dance music. When I can, I take two classes back-to-back.