In all the silent manliness of grief.
I'm using myself as a typical 20th century model as I'm trying to make sense out of the world around me.
You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.
A monopoly on the means of communication may define a ruling elite more precisely than the celebrated Marxian formula of monopoly in the means of production.
How many times. . . have you encountered the saying, 'When the student is ready, the Master speaks?' Do you know why that is true? The door opens inward. The Master is everywhere, but the student has to open his mind to hear the Masters Voice.
The Fundamentalist Christians have told me that I am a slave of Satan and should have my demons expelled with an exorcism. The Fundamentalist Materialists inform me that I am a liar, charlatan, fraud and scoundrel. Aside from this minor difference, the letters are astoundingly similar. Both groups share the same crusading zeal and the same lack of humor, charity and common human decency. These intolerable cults have served to confirm me in my agnosticism by presenting further evidence to support my contention that when dogma enters the brain, all intellectual activity ceases.
Perhaps the final secret of the Illuminati is that you don’t know you're a member until it’s too late to get out.
I had never been to Hawaii, and now I say that my body is from L. A. but my heart is from Hawaii, because I'm in love with it and it's home on every level, from a spiritual, soulful place.
Drumming is my middle name.
You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
But surely we are not allowed. . . " "Allowed?" I counters. "We're allowed to do anything in this world until someone says we ain't allowed and that someone can back it up.