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People with no upper-body strength, who read poetry. These are my people.
It seemed to me that this was the real reason people wanted to fuck so much. To get here. To get to this tiny, quiet place where there was nothing else to do but be with each other. Just to be two hum...
If you fly high enough, if you get above the clouds, it’s never-ending summer.
If I don't keep this job, then my only future career-options are working in Argos, or being a prostitute,' I say, wildly.'Maybe you could work in Argos a prostitute,' my mother says, merrily. She app...
I will NOT be reading when we fly. My face is pressed against the window. When we fly, I am going to be absolutely present for every meter and every cloud. No one will EVER have flown more than me.
De lehet, hogy az ember megkérdezi magától: Én is feminista vagyok? Lehet, hogy nem. Nem tudom! Még mindig nem tudom, mi az! Túl fáradt és hajszolt vagyok hozzá, hogy kibogozzam. Még mindig nincs felt...
And, like all the best quests, in the end, I did it all for a girl: me
What you are, as a teenager, is a small, silver, empty rocket. And you use loud music as fuel, and then the information in books as maps and coordinates,
Throughout history, you can read the stories of women who—against all the odds—got being a woman right, but ended up being compromised, unhappy, hobbled, or ruined, because all around them society was...
Think about how brave it is, to do this: to queue up, and meet your hero. There’s something incredibly intimate about reading, or listening, or looking at someone else’s art. When it truly moves you—w...
Theologian Paul Tillich. Tillich characterizes anxiety into three categories: ontic anxiety is the fear of fate and death. The second is moral anxiety, from guilt, or condemnation. The third is spirit...
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You can’t meet your heroes—because they are, in the end, just an idea, that lives inside you.
There are some women out there who are just going to look better with a mustache: that's statistics.
The working class do things differently. I can hear it. I can see we are not wrong. We are not just poor people who have not yet evolved into something else - i.e., people with money. We are something...
The idea that I might not-- in an earlier era, or a different country-- have a choice in the matter seems both emotionally and physically barbaric.
The idea of simply trotting around the world with John, for a year or more, is obviously, what Willy Wonka would have put in a special chocolate bar for me.
Tehát ha azt kérdeznék, tudom-e már, hogy kell nőnek lenni, így felelnék: „Őszintén szólva nagyjából igen. Mert ha az ebben a könyvben szereplő történetek egyetlen revelációvá állnak össze, az a köve...
Rock ’n’ roll is a terrible babysitter, baby.