I don't know if you have any idea what a high school in Paris is like in this day and age in the posh neighborhoods—but quite honestly, the slummy banlieues of Marseille have nothing on ours. In fact it may even be worse here, because where you hav...
When we move, we are in a way de-structured by our movement something: we are both here and at the same time not here because we're already in the process of going elsewhere, if you see what I mean. To stop de-structuring yourself, you have to stop m...
It would never have crossed her mind spontaneously that somebody might actually need silence. That silence helps you to go inward, that anyone who is interested in something more than just life outside actually needs silence: this, I think, is not so...
I’ve got hair in my mouth, because I replaced my teeth with my cat. This makes it more fun to pet my gums.
Respect doesn’t have to be shiny. It just needs to be wearable. Would you be so kind as to hold my jockstrap while I stir your hot coffee?
I refuse to dispense chewable advice for free. I’m not a bubblegum machine. No, my fees are 25 cents higher.
I admire the Stanley Cup. I’ll bet winning it could provide enough clean water for half of Africa (the middle half).
I was seen spotted with an older woman and a girl half my height in age. A leopard was also spotted.
My dreams and ambitions kept me company on the way there, and despair and regret were passengers on my return trip. I should have ridden a horse and not bothered with all that.
Too bad Americans can’t export Awesome, because I have boxes and boxes of the stuff just lying around in my attic.
I like watching baseball as much as my grandma’s left ear is loud. (She’d probably give her right ear for a left ear that wasn’t soundproof).
I don’t encourage chaos to initiate a revolution. The only reason to revolt is because the people find the government revolting.
My first coaching experience led to a 77-0 defeat. But that’s not so bad, considering I taught the team one important thing: the value of cheating.
Both things have pros, and both have cons, but I think the pros and cons equal out leaving me unequal to the task of choosing.
All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sud...
I once got 7th place in a swim meet. Being top 8 is an accomplishment, especially when you consider that including me, there were seven competitors.
I’m not good at talking. Can’t I just nod my way through a conversation? It’s better than nodding off.
After I speak, my words merge with the wind, and if you’re listening, your ears act like sails and carry the conversation.
Dream dialogue: -Don’t cry. I, too, know what it’s like to be different. -But I’m not different. I’m normal, I’m average, and that’s why I’m crying.
I saw him do a No More Potatoes Dance, after he saw me stuff the last of the mashed potatoes in my pocket.
My shoes are scuffed and dirty from dancing. The grave of my enemy is where I go to find my inner Astaire.