Last night I went out for Chinese. I picked up a Team USA Olympic uniform.
It's not a pretty world, Papa. ' 'I've noticed,' my father said softly.
I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.
Something that is yours forever is never precious
I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.
We know that a large majority of the Australian society is extremely comfortable with a multicultural society, that we accept that living in a democracy means having a freedom to practise your religion within the limits of the law.
The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
The beauty of love is that in giving it away, you are left with more than you had before.
In Nigeria, there is energy, whether it is Lagos, which is sheer anarchy, but it is not lethargic. It is strong, even aggressive and if that energy could be directed to work it will produce really enormous results.