I read books that say if you want to keep sex hot you tell a person what you want. How do you tell 'em you want somebody else?
The so-called Real World. Human misery and sadness. Blind politics and general cruelty.
Men are not the causers of history. History itself, by a pressure of events, causes men to resort to particular actions.
In the greater part of humankind there resides an instinct for survival. It is this which can clutch at straws and effect a rescue from them. It is this which can, now and then, outwit fate.
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.
Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.
We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests. And that's where I put myself: as a storyteller. Not necessarily a high priestess, but certainly the storyteller. And I would love to be the storyteller of the tribe.
Generally, we have translated greater output in the few hours of work per week over the last century. And that's a good trend of the future. But we do have to have a system that, as output of goods and services keeps increasing per capita, that it takes care of the people who are willing to work and really are not getting by very well with a family on a 40-hour week.
Art is as useful as bread.
Working at something you don't care about is the very best way to waste your life.
Don't see yourself as a product of your parents DNA, but rather as a brand new idea from heaven.