I'm trying to create a relationship with myself. I feel good being married to myself right now!
When you’re sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.
This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that?
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.
Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.
Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.
Freedom was the price of privacy.
Words are living things. They have personality, point of view. . . agenda.
Evil must always be fought.
In a world of free, everyone can play.
Physics is essentially an intuitive and concrete science. Mathematics is only a means for expressing the laws that govern phenomena.