Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.
I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it. '
I watched my parents go from having very basic jobs to educating themselves, to buying a house. They set a really good bar for what they wanted their kids to achieve.
Here at the house, I've been decorating it and getting it organized. My best friend moved in in October so I've been getting her settled. She's my personal assistant now.
Democrats were quick to point out that President Bush's budget creates a 1 trillion dollar deficit. The White House quickly responded with 'Hey, look over there, it's Saddam Hussein. '
Like a lot of small press founders I was looking for a way into publishing - as well as a way out of academia. Without moving to London, I couldn't see a way of working for a publishing house whose work I liked. Believe it or not, the simplest way for me to get into publishing was to start my own press.
I know of no religion or sect that has done or is doing without a house of God, variously described as a temple, a mosque, a church, a synagogue or agiary.
I had no problem going into retirement mode,. . . I do what other retired guys do. I putter around the house and travel.
I like the fog that creeps over the whole city every night about five, and the warm protective feeling it gives. . . and lights of San Francisco at night, the fog horn, the bay at dusk and the little flower stands where spring flowers appear before anywhere else in the country. . . But, most of all, I like the view of the ocean from the Cliff House.
Everyone has pencils in their house, no matter how hip and contemporary they are.
My furniture is banal and my house is pretty empty. The hardest thing to find is a sofa that is comfortable and looks good. The ones I like are never comfortable.
My goal involves a hammock, a vegetable patch, and a solar-powered house. And I hope to eventually get there.
The best love advice I've ever received is probably, 'I'm not leaving the relationship; I'm just leaving the house. '
I've been to the White House a number of times.
It isn't what kind of house you have that matters. This is not happiness. It's what kind of mind you have, and how you care for your fellow man -- what you can do to help others who can be helped by no one else.
Increasingly unable to create for itself a relevant body of myth, the modern imagination will ransack the treasure house of the classic.
I could remember the house on Lexington Street, where the mortgage hung over our heads almost as tangibly as the roof, and we still managed to enjoy life.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
If I walk into my house and something is askew, I can't do anything until I fix it. It's so burdensome to live that way.
It's weird because my parents don't really understand my business. I get fan mail all day long, but if a piece happens to get to their house, they're like, 'Oh, my God, you've got a fan! You have to write them back. You have to do it!