We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical island paradise.
'Tropic Thunder' is one of my favorite movies of all time. 'Blazing Saddles.' Anything that will get me to smile.
Sharif: What's up, black man? Caine: Coolin'. Man, why you got that goddamn hood on your head, lookin' like the Grim Reaper? Sharif: It's cold out here, my brother. You know us black folks not used to this cold air. We a tropical people, you understa...
Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...
A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.
One of the men attached to the prison was the occasion of great amusement on the part of the prisoners, as well as the spectators, by taking a large lump of ice to show these strangers from the tropics.
People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.
A single tree in the tropical forest in the south of Mexico has more different species than some European countries.
I believe in carbon offset initiatives, in eco-villages, in the sustainable regeneration of the tropical rainforest.
...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...
No place is perfect, but I admire Oahu for its offering of the tropical and the urban, and then its Asian-inflected culture and cuisines.
The tropical rain forests are a telling example. Once cut down, they rarely recover. Rainfall drops, deserts spread, the climate warms.
We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes.
If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?
The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.
Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!
I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.
Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt.
I like words. Words are places, rooms, distant airs, thin and tropical. They make us feel and imagine we are more than our bodies.
It's often hilarious to me that I'm writing about Tonga or some tropical place and there's a blizzard outside and the cows are on their backs with their hooves in the air.
