Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.
Wine and women bring misery.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
Can the fish love the fisherman? [Lat. , Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]
Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear. . . But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
I think I needed to really move past my first public work as memorialist, and be equally balanced. It's a bit unusual, to be working between the architecture, the art, and what I would say is a synthesis, the memorials - they're problem solving, but it's very symbolic. You get this triangle; I need to be balanced with those three. They're all equally a part of who I am. I love how different they are, and yet they're coming out the same thing, whatever it is.
Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.
You can't get married to any one particular plan. That is the biggest lesson I learned at PayPal.
I will continue modeling until they don't want me anymore basically because I do love it very much.