And if I ever DO see [Kenny G] anywhere, at any function - he WILL get a piece of my mind, and maybe a guitar wrapped around his head.
It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word
Words are the supreme objects. They are minded things.
The expression to write something down suggests a descent of thought to the fingers whose movements immediately falsify it.
Words [are] more beautiful than a found fall leaf.
I was struck by the way in which meanings are historically attached to words: it is so accidental, so remote, so twisted. A word is like a schoolgirl's room--a complete mess--so the great thing is to make out a way of seeing it all as ordered, as right, as inferred and following.
Some people say their life is full of darkness and I wonder why they don't just try and switch the lights on.
No previous civilization has been able to achieve it, nor can we see even in the remote distance, that day of the Messiah, when national barriers will no longer exist and all mankind will live in brotherhood and concord. Until then, the nations must narrow their aspirations to achieve a tolerable modus vivendi.
In the Sanghi family, there is no one who has undertaken intellectual pursuits.
Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win. . . . by big margins.
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.