I'm not a rock star. Sure I am, to a certain extent because of the situation, but when kids ask me how it feels to be a rock star, I say leave me alone, I'm not a rock star. I'm not in it for the fame, I'm in it because I like to play.
I think this is one of the greatest gifts of this era: Because of the Internet, we can start to type a question into Google and watch the question auto-fill. In that moment, we know someone else has asked that same question. The gift of realizing you...
There's something very special about seeing history so clearly in front of you through that architecture that you just don't get in the U.S. If I was asked to choose where I'd most like to live, I would always choose London.
All my life as an artist I have asked myself: What pushes me continually to make sculpture? I have found the answer. art is an action against death. It is a denial of death.
I was originally going to be a lawyer, and the only thing I remember from the art of cross-examination is - you can see this one coming up Sixth Avenue - never ask a question the answer to which you do not know.
The best journeys are the ones that answer questions that at the outset you never even thought to ask. -Rick Ridgeway
Ask Jesus to live in you & fill you with His Holy Spirit, & thank Him that you’re now God’s child
Forgive your child and yourself nightly. You didn't ask to live with the effects of ADHD any more than did your child.
Orion nodded, then asked, “Dwarf cheese?” “Cheese made by dwarfs.” “Oh,” said Orion, relieved. “They make it. It’s not actually . . .” “No. What a horrible thought.” “Exactly.
Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?
But in the areas that matter most, a burst of energy and activity cannot reverse the consequences that accompany a season of neglect.
So it happened at last: I was about to become a thief, a cheap milk-stealer. Here was your lash-in-the-pen genius, your one story-writer: a thief.
Tomorrow will be better.” “But what if it’s not?” I asked. “Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.
What are you thinking?” I ask. “That I wish this was my home, too.” I have nothing to say to this, so I kiss him instead.
That's the unforgivable sin, you know." "What is?" "Refusing to forgive someone." "Refusing to forgive someone is the unforgivable sin?" I asked incredulously.
Isn't wine prohibited here?" the boy asked. "It's not what enters men's mouths that's evil," said the alchemist. "It's what comes out of their mouths that is.
It was weird the way you could be friends with someone but not really know the ugly parts of their lives. We all had our secrets, I supposed.
It's the oasis," said the camel driver. "Well, why don't we go there right now?" the boy asked. "Because we have to sleep.
Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer.
You don't ask nobody to give what they can't give, or be what they can't be. You've learnt that, you got a headstart on heartbreak.
Maybe that's what living in America does to you: it spreads you into far distances until you're just little bits rolling apart.
