The life of a good man is a continual warfare with his passions.
It's strange the times people choose to be generous.
You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell
As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.
To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
It troubles me that we are so easily pressured by purveyors of technology into permitting so-called "progress" to alter our lives without attempting to control it-as if technology were an irrepressible force of nature to which we must meekly submit.
Nothing is as easy or natural as consumer brands want us to think - no problem is as resolvable. Your hair will fall out, eventually. Yet we do have these brands, and we line our shelves with them. There's an inherent irony.
I can see why the Russians love Robert Burns, I think that Russians and Koreans have a very similar outlook to Scots.
I have a lot of ideas for art. And it is really - I don't really have time to do them all.