I'm paying the third highest alimony and child support in the world. And the only two ahead of me are sheiks.
. . . now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.
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.
I am not going to go round trying to make people say 'Wow!'. . . I'm not going to play Hollywood lookalikes.
What does the world need that you can provide?” Express your social mission, whether it’s cause marketing, volunteering, culture, environmental initiatives, sustainable products, or corporate philanthropy Start before scale: make a commitment, take small steps and then scale when you’re ready Internalize and share your social mission Be unfailingly transparent – “If you’re not scared by what you’re saying, you’re not sharing enough
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.