the truth is that it's far easier to make a bomb than to educate four hundred million people.
Plutocracy. ' It has a perfect nuance: chilly, inaccessible, icy-rich.
Why can’t our job here on earth be simply to inspire each other?
The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.
The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have grown out of the water. And the sky above seemed to have fallen down on to the earth floor; and I didn’t know if the sky was the earth or the earth was water. I had been turned upside down. I had to hold the rock with my fingernails to stop me falling into the sky of the earth or the water of the sky. But I couldn’t hold on.
The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream.
But there are times in life when a door opens and you are offered a glimpse of the light on the water, and you know that if you don't take it, that door slams shut, and maybe forever. Maybe you fool yourself into thinking that you had a choice at all; maybe you were always going to say yes. Maybe refusing was no more a choice than is holding your breath. You were always going to breathe. You were always going to say yes.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
There are certain people who do not feel like they were raised by wolves, and they are the ones who make the world tick. They are the ones who keep everything functioning so the rest of us can worry about what sort of person we should be.
It feels like we've grown enough as musicians over the last few years to go new places, and our conceptual and compositional abilities have developed along with it, so we're pushing all the envelopes we can at the same time and it still feels like cutting edge work to us. It seems to resonate with people.
Whatever you seize for yourself is worthless. Only what is given you has value.