So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.
I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a soul capable of intense pleasures. It throws off bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is redolent of the rouge of courtesans, the games of the circus, the panting of the gladiators, the spring of wild beasts, the consuming in flames of races exhausted by their capacity for sensation, as the tramp of an invading army sounds.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.
Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.
The poet is a madman lost in adventure.
You weren't born to fit in. You were born to be brilliant.
Irreverence is a way of playing hooky and remaining present at the same time.
Growth works. What we're doing in the administration to spur growth in terms of regulatory form work. And what we're working is to make sure that those tax cuts add to that. We do believe that sustained 3 percent economic growth is possible and that that is the way you can balance the budget long-term.
Since when do you have to tell the enemy when he has won