Come le funi che aprono il sipario di un teatro, ogni tuo sorriso è un debutto. Una prima. Tu che sveli te stesso.
Churches in the outside world, my brother told me, were just the local stores that sold people lies made up in the distant factories of giant religions.
Certi nascono umani. Altri ci mettono una vita a diventarlo.
Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.
By the time you turn thirty, your life is about escaping the person you've become in order to escape the person you've become in order to escape the person you started as.
But Rachel knows this isn’t true. Nobody can stop anything. The people will always be humping next door. The burning cat will always be rocketing like a comet around every house in which they ever liv...
Branch Bacardi, star of The Da Vinci Load, To Drill a Mockingbird, The Postman Always Cums Twice, Chitty Chitty Gang Bang, The Twilight Bone, A Tale of Two Titties...
Between wiener juice and lung blood, I’d say that chambray shirt was a goner.
Believe in me and die forever.
Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.
At this rate, we'll never get to the future.
At home, you'll sometimes wake up in your dark bed with the terror you've fallen asleep in the booth and missed a changeover.
At first, the new owner pretends he never looked at the living room floor.
Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?
Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night?You see how fast reality fades away?
As the cubs slept, Peggy licked their burnt-orange coats clean and watched over them diligently. The way she looked at them as they slept, you knew she would do anything to protect them. Even with onl...
As the French say, who doesn't like getting their butt sucked?
As if she ought to know better than to scream and bleed in public.
As human beings, our first commandment is:Something needs to happen
As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wa...