Sometimes I think you don't really believe the things you say; you just like the sound of yourself having opinions.
Suffering is only suffering if it's done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.
You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction—no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and ...
It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.
All the different religion are erally like different paths leading to the same goal. So there is no question of prescribing any rigid set of principles or practices. Everyone has got the right to follow his own path and approach God in his own way.
Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men...
If only one didn't know that at the secret heart of all such organizations, corporations and governments alike, it still came down to a finite number of fallible people talking to each other . . .
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...
Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.
Individuals start to see themselves reflected in their work and to understand their full status as human beings through the object created, through the work accomplished. Work no longer entails surrendering a part of one's being in the form of labor ...
We must come to the inevitable conclusion that the guerrilla is a social reformer, who takes up arms responding to the angry protests of the people against their oppressors, and who fights to change the social system that keeps all his unarmed brothe...
So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights falter, strengths by s...
Globalization means standardization. The very rich and the very poor must want the same things, but only the rich can have them.
You chose to live here now. You should try to live in the present.
One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.
Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
However much history may be invoked in support of these policies (affirmative action), policy can apply to history but can only apply to the present or the future. The past may be many things, but it is clearly irrevocable. Its sins can no more be pu...
Instead, she's as still as a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.
It's always amazing how when we're sure we've lost something for good, it winds up finding us.
Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.
