We're obliged to acknowledge the limits of reason; and to acknowledge the necessary reality of the realms to which reason has no access.
I've never heard anyone come back from downtown Baltimore waxing poetic about the authenticity of poverty.
In Egypt, like everywhere, the land is made to fit the sky; but here it is more so. Here it is possible to say, “This is land," and point, and “This is sky," and point, but the eyes can’t discover the dividing line.
Can we swim?" Sky asks, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Did you bring a suit?" Please say no, please say no... "Yeah." Crap. "Great.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
I am no longer a writer. Just an emotion. An emotion that is unable to stay within its own body, and is therefore, trying to make its way into yours.
The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I am an Ultimate,” she vowed, the walls of her heart quaking with ferocity and determination. “And I have the power to do the impossible.
Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Prove the cynics wrong. Pity them for they have no imagination. The sky's the limit. Your sky. Your limit. Now. Let's dance.
He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible. He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.
Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.
How does a person feel when looking at the sky? He thinks that he doesn't have enough tongues to describe what he sees. Nevertheless, people have never stopping describing the sky, simply listing what they see.
She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.
If there’s gold in it, then the mine is mine. And if there’s no coffee in it, then the cup is yours.
There is only one success — to be able to spend your life in your own way.
When people are infected by my charm, they don't see my size. My piercing deep blue eyes are distracting.
The blues is the foundation, and it's got to carry the top. The other part of the scene, the rock 'n' roll and the jazz, are the walls of the blues.
The blues is the foundation for a lot of things. Things have branched off. It's cool how music grows, but the foundation is always there. It's not going anywhere. The blues is always going to be relevant.
You can go to Europe, and there's no turnin' back - any parts of Europe. Wherever you are, there is no stop and go for the blues. The blues go but it don't stop.
I wanna show that gospel, country, blues, rhythm and blues, jazz, rock 'n' roll are all just really one thing. Those are the American music and that is the American culture.
Burton Mercer: Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips.
