You will find two kinds of people in the world. Some say that there are the bad and the good. But it isn’t like that. Since what is good for one may be bad for another. No, that doesn’t work. You have to depend on your intuition. “There are tho...
As a society, our decision to heap shame and contempt upon those who struggle and fail in a system designed to keep them locked up and locked out says far more about ourselves than it does about them.
Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . ...
Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of...
There is no shame in loving.
You don't improvise with a Cameron Crowe script.
so this crow comes and it starts quacking at us.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
I'm not Russell Crowe. I'm not going to do a period piece.
I worked with Cameron Crowe, and I'd love to work with him again.
Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.
It may be the cock that crows, but it is the hen that lays the eggs.
Black was the without eye Black the within tongue Black was the heart Black the liver, black the lungs Unable to suck in light Black the blood in its loud tunnel Black the bowels packed in furnace Black too the muscles Striving to pull out into the l...
Mostra che le loro parole possono ferirti, e non sarai più libero dalla derisione. Se proprio vogliono darti un nome, accettalo, fallo tuo, in modo che poi non possano mai più usarlo per farti del male.
Kiki: [Jiji has discovered the toy cat has fallen out of its cage, and Kiki decides to go retrieve it, but they are met by a flock of squawking crows] What are they saying now, Jiji? Jiji: They're calling you an egg-stealer and you don't wanna know w...
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
T-Bird: FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!
I am in love with Counting Crows. It is so manly and American.
An ugly smile. An ugly soul.
Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.
Let's face it: Russell Crowe is fat and no one ever talks about it.