We can't test these absolute limits on humans. We can't blast them with sound. However, we can do that to animals because they don't have the same political base that we do.
Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.
I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.
As the king governs by his executive, so Reason in man must rule the mere appetites by means of the 'spirited element. '
What we put into the atmosphere in terms of burning fuel is unprecedented.
You'd rather have a surplus versus a shortage in your position.
Love is so blind, it feels right when it's wrong.