He looked at her. “We’re meant to be together…” “And this is exactly what I mean. ” “Our love is written in the stars. ” “And there you go again. ” “I love you. ” “You bore me.
Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.
The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.
Justice lacking passion fails, betrays.
Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity.
Some questions cannot be answered. They become familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.
Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love.
A man really living alone (alone mentally as well as physically) would have little or no occasion to reflect upon his past experience to extract its net meaning.
Artists tend to be people of strong character and opinion. Often they are dismissed in our culture if they don't fit a certain mainstream media mold. It's a reason why filmmakers are now releasing films online. Art, in any form can invoke various emotions and actions. I think some can be frightened of the power that a simple image can invoke and that's why they tend to shy away from it. But art documents moments in our history and that image is often what many people remember of a certain time.
Racism is worse than ever. Violence is worse than ever. The economy's worse than ever. Unemployment's worse than ever. And it's Democrats that have been running the show, with the first African-American president at the top of the heap, and it didn't get any better?
We are so considerate of the minute constitutional rights and even of the political feelings and influence of people whom we have every reason to anticipate with preventive action!. . . The Japanese in California should be under armed guard to the last man and woman and to hell with habeas corpus until the danger is over.