Translations increase the faults of a work and spoil its beauties.
You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.
The nobility of the human spirit grows harder for me to believe in. War, zealotry, greed, malls, narcissism. I see a backhanded nobility in excessive, impractical outlays of cash prompted by nothing loftier than a species joining hands and saying “I bet we can do this. ” Yes, the money could be better spent on Earth. But would it? Since when has money saved by government red-lining been spent on education and cancer research? It is always squandered. Let’s squander some on Mars. Let’s go out and play.
It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls.
Death. It doesn't have to be boring.
The writing is always the easy part, provided I can get the good material. It's the getting of the good material that's a challenge.
The simplest strategy for bouts of noxious flatus is to not care. Or perhaps to take advantage of a gastroenterologist I know: get a dog. (To blame. )
It is by surmounting difficulties, not by sinking under them that we discover our fortitude.
I'm not a big fan of there being voiceovers in movies. I really prefer it when the film tells it story.
No self is of itself alone. It has a long chain of intellectual ancestors. The 'I' is chained to ancestry by many factors. . . This is not mere allegory, but an eternal memory.
I think it was simply word of mouth that made it a New York Timesbestseller for more than 60 weeks, over a year. People being moved and changed and transformed by the book [One Thousand Gifts] and wanting to share that with hurting people all around them.