Jungle and death, and those other screams? I killed that day in the jungle of the Central Highlands, 25 June 1968. She wrote my name. Mack.
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
I used to wonder if it was God's plan that I should be alone for so much of my life. But I found peace. I found happiness within people and the world.
When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.
But theater, because of its nature, both text, images, multimedia effects, has a wider base of communication with an audience. That's why I call it the most social of the various art forms.
If you are on social media, and you are not learning, not laughing, not being inspired or not networking, then you are using it wrong.
If you want to feel the sunshine, change position!
On the other hand it is possible that human control over the machines may be retained. In that case the average man may have control over certain private machines of his own, such as his car of his pe...
Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one.