Crime oft recoils upon the author's head.
The people who are always hankering loudest for some golden yesteryear usually drive new cars.
Is fuel efficiency really what we need most desperately? I say that what we really need is a car that can be shot when it breaks down.
It was dramatic to watch my grandmother decapitate a turkey with an ax the day before Thanksgiving. Nowadays the expense of hiring grandmothers for the ax work would probably qualify all turkeys so honored with gourmet status.
People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure.
When it comes to cars, only two varieties of people are possible - cowards and fools.
What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans, yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.
The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. It is the sensation of a stunt pilot's turning barrel rolls, or an inchworm's blind rearing from a stem in search of a route. At its worst, it feels like alligator wrestling, at the level of the sentence.
I feel so very grateful to have the voice God gave me. It takes a lot of rest and training to sing, and I was lucky that I found a great teacher when I first moved to New York.
Gratitude helps us to return to our natural state of joyfulness, where we notice what's right instead of what's wrong. It makes us feel complete, that we have everything we need, at least in this moment.
There are people who do, what we would call, lower sorcery. It is best not to be concerned with them. They are not happy people and they can't be a problem if you are aware of what they are doing.