We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.
I just feel my way through. If I had to give an acting class, I wouldn't know what to do.
I jump out of planes, I could be covered in cockroaches, I do all sorts of things, but I just don't like the feel of butterflies' bodies.
I would describe myself as emotional and highly strung. If something upsets me, it really upsets me. If something makes me angry, I get really angry. But it's all very upfront. I can't hide it. I'm also loyal and I hope I'm fun.
I'm very much an admirer of people who are reaching for things and trying to survive.
Regrets are ridiculous, so I don’t regret, no.
Now my ability to notice things and respond to things and be here is far more profound. With that comes happiness, with it comes sadness, but it's a beautiful life.
So please, for the love of gender- go bloom. Or water someone else while they do.
The 'enduring theme' [in fiction] of male competition and female competition for the herosurvivor has taken us from the fittest surviving to the brink of no one surviving. Sex roles have gone from functional to dysfunctional almost overnight. This is why the enduring theme must be questioned now.
Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we're heirs of light Itself.
During the fiscal year ending in 1861, expenses of the federal government had been $67 million. After the first year of armed conflict they were $475 million and, by 1865, had risen to one billion, three-hundred million dollars. On the income side of the ledger, taxes covered only about eleven per cent of that figure. By the end of the war, the deficit had risen to $2. 61 billion. That money had to come from somewhere.