The sense of danger made her lift up her head higher. There were battles coming. But life was meant to be a battle, wasn't it? There was nothing to fear.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Evil is a point of view. . . God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately. . . for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
Just out of curiosity, I wonder what makes music or culture or taste go in certain directions. Who knows what the forces are behind it.
I suppose if I were younger, I would be investing in Africa.
I would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation to popular singing.
It's the ratings, stupid, don't you know? They've got us putting more fuzz and wuzz on the air, cop-show stuff.