Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Yeah, dog was this man's best friend, for sure.
I was totally devastated for four years in the mid '60s when l tried to buck the tide.
I wanted to go to regular high school- it looked like a lot of fun.
Acid wasn't getting a whole lot of bad press at the time, and as I saw the whole bad-press thing happen, I became aware that the government had done a whole lie on all the other benign drugs as well. It became clear to me that the government wanted no real drug education.
There was this little shaggy dog on it, and Frank Weatherwax was working the dog. One day we were all sitting around, and Frank said, listen, my brother Rudd just got the rights back from MGM for Lassie, and said have your agent check into it. I did, and I went for a screen test.
It was the worst period of my life. I had all this gigantic acceptance as a kid, and all of a sudden there was this monumental rejection.
Only poetry inspires poetry.
Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.
Anyone who meditates for a period of time will gradually become more sensitized to all of life.
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.