So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I'd like to publish it someday.
Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Well I guess the plan was to write poetry and publish books and make a living from writing poetry. That was a pretty ambitious plan I guess.
Technology has changed the way book publishing works, as it has changed everything else in the world of media.
You think publishing is tough but the music world is ten times tougher.
There's all sorts of stuff people want to publish anonymously.
Yeah, right. Instead of watching TV, we'll practice our weird magical powers. Great. What's next? Zooming around on flying carpets?
And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn't stop.
...everything defiled and degraded. What cannot man live through! Man is a creature that can get accustomed to anything, and I think that is the best definition of him.
Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.
... for when a man's spirit has been thoroughly crushed, he may be peevish at small offenses, but never resentful of great ones.
Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.
It is very queer, but not the less true, that people are generally quite as vain, or even more so, of their deficiencies than of their available gifts.
Now, he realized, he simply had to take what he wanted. He had to control the winds, not the other way around (p. 434).
Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.
Keep climbing,' he told himself. 'Cheeseburgers,' his stomach replied. 'Shut up,' he thought. 'With fries,' his stomach complained.
Caesar broke the law when he crossed the Rubicon," Frank said. "Great leaders have to think out side the box sometimes.
He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.
You guys are so... dark. Even if I used flash, I'm not sure it would come out." "Y-yeah," Percy managed. "You guys aren't photogenic.
Nothing?" Favonius cried. "The one you care for most... plunged into Tartarus, and you still will not allow the truth?" Suddenly Jason felt like he was eavedropping.
They [Percy and Annabeth] held the Doors shut as the elevator shuddered and the music played, while somewhere below them, a Titan and a giant sacrificed their lives for their escape.
