Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem.
I played soccer, and I was the kid who ran the wrong way, or I was pretending to be some sort of zebra and I would flail my arms and kick up my legs.
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.
I grew my beard out a little bit just to show that, indeed, I am a man.
I will be 60 or 70 years old still rocking my Chanel blazer with my hair all coiffed.
Masculinity is what you believe it to be. I think masculinity and femininity is something that's very old-fashioned. There's a whole new generation of people who aren't defined by their sex or race or who they like to sleep with.
To sum up my idea of on-ice costume fashion sense, it's probably that too much is never enough.
You don't talk much, do you, angel-face? I like that in a woman.
The key to all aristeia and wisdom and gnosis is a seed that conformist and mediocritist and democratist Americans haven't got even a scintilla of a prospect of nourishing, and that is sapere aude: DARE TO BE WISE.
Everything I do, I'm sort of half in, half out.
Writing is work and cooking is relaxing.