It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting ...
Every life has a soundtrack. There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There's another that reminds me of tagging along with my father on Sunday morning to pick up the Ther...
I thought you might appreciate this..... “Excerpt from my lecture Sunday February 22, 2015 at Soul-Esteem Center 10 Commandments - God knew when he gave us choice some would make the wrong choices, but God wanted his creation, man, to have free wil...
Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sor...
I knew he was unreliable, but he was fun to be with. He was a child’s ideal companion, full of surprises and happy animal energy. He enjoyed food and drink. He liked to try new things. He brought home coconuts, papayas, mangoes, and urged them on o...
For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into half halves - to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him on a weekday. Do you think he cares to see only kneeling figures, and to hear only to...
Since Jimmy Carter, religious fundamentalists play a major role in elections. He was the first president who made a point of exhibiting himself as a born again Christian. That sparked a little light in the minds of political campaign managers: Preten...
Chris: I tell y'all where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere. Violence too. Monster: Crenshaw Sunday Nights? Chris: no. Doughboy: Street racers on Florence? Chris: Nah, nigga, y'all way off! Chris: I give y'all a hint: Everybod...
Chris: I tell you where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere, fine ones too. Monster: Crenshaw on Sunday Nights? Chris: Nope. Doughboy: Street racers on Flourence? Chris: Nah, nigga, y'all way off! Chris: I give y'all a hint: Eve...
All the tiny things made this mammoth union up, all the times he had picked her up from Sutherland station, made her chicken salad rolls and brought her a Lipton's iced tea, called her about Sunday and fixed Nina's shed door hinge, held her and not f...
Too many read a chapter or two in the Bible, then for lack of interest put it down for weeks at a time and never look at it. Bernard compares the study of the Word and the mere reading of it to the difference between a close friendship and a casual a...
I can read. A little. I kind of protested it in School(TM). On the grounds that the silent 'E' is stupid.
I went to the Performing Arts School and studied classical ballet. That attitude is something that's put into your head. You are never thin enough.
I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.
I was always made to work at a very early age. I finished school at 4 P.M. and by 5 P.M. I was working. It was seven days a week.
I can remember being very keen to go to drama school at the age of eight, and practising ballet in my bedroom to Queen soundtracks.
My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.
If you ever have a kid who doesn't know what to do, stick him in art school. It's amazing what evolves.
I never studied sculpture, engineering or architecture. In fact, after college I applied to seven art schools and was rejected by all seven.
I was an actor as a kid in Boston. Then I went to art school with Brice Marden, the Massachusetts College of Art. So the hybrid of being an actor and artist is a director.
I'd love to go to art school. I'd love to learn how to draw. I'd love to be fluent in Spanish. I'd like to be a brain surgeon.
