Great principles, great ideals know no nationality.
We are, after all, homo economicus.
Back before the internet we had a name for people who bought a single copy of our books and lent them to all their friends without charging: we called them "librarians".
Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting machinery work again.
Nothing stands for content-free corporate bullshit quite like PowerPoint. And that's just scratching the surface.
Writing novels takes up about 100% of my available working time.
I was raised thinking that moral and ethical standards are universals that apply equally to everyone. And these values aren't easily compatible with the kind of religion that posits a Creator. To my way of thinking, an omnipotent being who sets up a universe in which thinking beings proliferate, grow old, and die (usually in agony, alone, and in fear) is a cosmic sadist.
That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings.
Trust is like the air we breathe--when it's present, nobody really notices; when it's absent, everybody notices.
Cover your glass in France or Germany --even worse, in England - and in the voice of someone who has personally affronted, your host will ask why you're not drinking. 'Oh, I just don't feel like it this morning. ' 'Why not?' 'I guess I'm not in the mood?' 'Well, this'll put you in the mood. Here. Drink up. ' 'No, really, I'm OK. ' 'Just taste it. ' 'Actually, I'm sort of. . . well, I sort of have a problem with it. ' 'Then how about half a glass?
Abbott and Costello were huge for me as a very young person.