Do you know why language manifests itself the way it does in my work? It's because I understand short attention spans.
Though prayer doesn't change God's mind or God's purposes, prayer does change something- It changes us.
But we have created a society that does not allow opportunities for those people to take care of themselves because we have denied them those opportunities.
When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.
If we are trying to account for mobilization, we have to ask, under what conditions do outraged forms of knowing lead to social mobilizations and movements? So awareness alone does not suffice, and neither does outrage.
The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on introducing me to his cabinet of curiosities, when I wished to see himself.
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
The excellence of the Church does not consist in multitude but in purity.
I don't know what the definition of pornography is and nobody else does either. Pornography is somebody else's erotica that you don't like. People are interested in their own sexuality and they've always reflected it in their art. End of story.
Life fundamentally does not change depending on work or fame or success.
I believe, whatever God does, he does it for the good. I always try to look at life like that.
When one door opens, so does another one.
My roommate says, "I'm going to take a shower and shave. Does anyone need to use the bathroom?" It's like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.
God does nothing except in response to believing prayer.
He who is silent and bows his head dies every time he does so. He who speaks aloud and walks with his head held high dies only once.
Not really hungry. " "She’ll eat. " Pritkin said curtly. "I said —" "If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation. " "I eat plenty. " "The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however. " "I’ll have a sandwich," I told Nick. "No meat.
The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.
I moved to leave, and Dylan actually grabbed my shoulders. I was so surprised that i forgot to karate-chop his elbows and break his arms. ' “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said urgently. “What you want does not matter here,” I said slowly and carefully. I hoped Dylan was sensitive enough to read between the lines, to the subtext of: Let go of me or I’ll kill you.
If some hole does not possess striking individuality through some gift of nature, it must be given as much as possible artificially, and the artifice must be introduced in so subtle a manner as to make it seem natural.
