We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.
We love drama. We love conflict. We need a devil or we'll create one. None of that is bad. It's just the way human beings operate.
We fight wars. We fight for peace. We fight hunger. We love to fight. We fight and fight and fight, with our guns or mouths or money. And the planet is never one lick better than it was before us.
We don't live in the real world anymore. We live in a world of symbols.
We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re just learning this fact, Tyler said. S...
We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.
We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.
Towles burn. Bathroom inferno! Chanel No. 5, it burns. Oil paintings of racehorses and dead pheasants burn. The reproduction Oriental carpets burn. Evie's bad dried flower arrangements, they're these...
To be or not to be. God's gift to animals is they don't get a choice.
To be honest, I keep wishing we could all talk. Chew the fat. And, yes, I know that wishing is another symptom of hope, but I can't help it. As we amble along, trudging over steaming brimstone beds of...
Ti rivelo un piccolo segreto da donne: il motivo per cui una ragazza al primo appuntamento preferisce andare a cena, è perché così capisce com'è che lui la scoperà. Uno zoticone che si ingozza, senza...
Through people locked together crotch to crotch, face to face, crotch to face, crotch to ass, and ass to face, I dig a pit.
This really happens. It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up what you're trying to say.
This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.
This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.
This is how fast your life can turn around. How the future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday.
Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into ge...
These dudes, clutching their little gifts, for them today is their kind-of-honeymoon.