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Ayahuasca is a fickle mistress—she likes it when you put out for her, make a show of it, and put some effort in. But ayahuasca is also a plant medicine, and as such she reads you and what you need, and that changes every time, both as you progress ...
I feel that some people have a hard time with the truths around us, not only the sexual abuse by priests, but all bad things. I call it chosen ignorance. This modified form of ignorance is found in people who, if confronted with certain truths realiz...
Just because something is tough or difficult, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible. The challenge is what makes something wonderful when you finally overcome your obstacles. The sense of success that comes when working hard over time is much be...
Miss Tick sniffed. 'You could say this advice is priceless,' she said. 'Are you listening?' 'Yes,' said Tiffany. 'Good. Now ... if you trust in yourself ...' 'Yes?' '... and believe in your dreams ...' 'Yes?' '... and follow your star ...' Miss Tick ...
Inspector Cobb: [to Simon] I can appreciate your feelings for McClane. But believe me, the jerk isn't worth it. He's stepped on so many toes in this department, by this time next month he's gonna be a security guard. His own wife wants nothing to do ...
Norm: Come on, you lot. Get your pens out. George: Why? Norm: It's homework time for you load of college puddings. I want this lot answered tonight. Ringo: [sulking] Aww... I want to go out. Norm: I'll brook no denial. John: You couldn't get a pen in...
Being a baby is hard. You born in a new world, whole wide world like it has no boundaries. You face new life that is extremely different with your previous life. You hear people talking, but never understand. You want to say something, but you don't ...
The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.
I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.
Why did it have to be so hard? Why couldn't there be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?
That's what you did when someone was having a hard time. You fed them. It was a tradition that crossed all cultures.
I really believe in myself. I'm the hardest worker I know, and one of the best songwriters. There's a craft to it, and it takes a long time to hone it, and I work really hard at it.
It's very hard to play a hyperactive character all the time, I try my best, but I end up collapsing at the end of the day.
There's timing. And then there's also certain people at the record company who worked incredibly hard and were incredibly enthusiastic about what I was doing.
It's hard enough to get any movie made, and when you take on these tough genres - and I've done it a couple times - it just makes the whole struggle more.
I think it's hard to have a full-time job and write fiction, but for essays, you need to be in the world.
God seemed to be having a hard time killing him, and he'd be damned if he was going to make the job easy for mere mortals
I tried reading Hilbert. Only his papers published in mathematical periodicals were available at the time. Anybody who has tried those knows they are very hard reading.
The power chords in 'Come Sail Away' were super heavy to me as a kid. Metal? No. Hard rock? At times, for sure.
In 2012, I started writing songs - not for the world to hear, but for certain people I needed to talk to. My family, we were not big communicators. I had a hard time talking to people in general.
