Gentlemen, no one objects to the husband being the head of the wife as Christ was the head of the church--to crucify himself; whatwe object to is his crucifying his wife.
The secret to success is to start from scratch and keep on scratching.
They are who we thought they were!
Being deceived into thinking the perks of slavery are a good thing, we can easily aquire a preference for chains and a taste for the slaves rations.
There is no such thing as a typical season, not for the Cardinals, not for San Diego, not for Minnesota.
It's pretty easy to think of the idea of a story, and maybe even to write a scene or two, but understanding the ebb and flow of a narrative, where to leave the little clues your protagonist (and reader) need, while playing fair, takes a lot more skill and patience than you might think.
Everybody knows I'm impatient. I don't have to apologize for it. I'm too old for that.
The experience of going to a theater and seeing a movie with a lot of people is still part of the transformational power of the film, and it's equivalent to the old shaman telling a story by the campfire to a bunch of people. That is a remarkable thing, if you scream and everyone else in the audience screams, you realize that your fears are not just within yourself, they're in other people as well, and that's strangely releasing.
I believe that you become yourself every single day of your life through your choices and how you think. And that's constantly changing every day. . . You are constantly changing, evolving through your experiences, how you interpret your experiences, and how you choose to do things in the future based on those experiences. . . Being yourself means you think with your own mind, and you make your own choices and that makes you you.
There is something about the literary life that repels me, all this desperate building of castles on cobwebs, the long-drawn acrimonious struggle to make something important which we all know will be gone forever in a few years, the miasma of failure which is to me almost as offensive as the cheap gaudiness of popular success.
The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.