Suffer not a whore to live, for she maketh a pit of her womb.
The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.
I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
Wherever Cool is, anyway, I missed it, and now I'm stuck observing these machinations or sex and status and dancing and parties and people sucking at each other under the bleacher seating like some ki...
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
More often than not, expecting to lose weight without first losing the diet that made the weight loss necessary is like expecting a pig to be spotless after hosing it down while it was still rolling i...
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
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.
He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.