Laws, it is said, are for the protection of the people. It's unfortunate that there are no statistics on the number of lives that are clobbered yearly as a result of laws: outmoded laws; laws that fou...
How do you know that? Maybe I’m a fucking detective,
Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets.
All dreams continue in the beyond.
To perform without a net is ecstasy. Papa Phom had often reminded her, To perform without focus is fatal.
Whether I’m unduly sensitive to this pain because I’m a princess—could the whole world be the pea under my mattress?—I don’t know, but because I’m a princess, I might be able to do something to help l...
When humans were young, they were pushed around in strollers. When they were old, they were pushed around in wheelchairs. In between, they were just pushed around.
There are no such things as synonyms! he practically shouted. Deluge is not the same as flood.
The highest men are calm, silent and unknown...The true masters seldom reveal themselves, except in the vibrations the leave behind, and upon which the lesser gurus build their doctrines.
Leigh-Cheri knew better than to jump to conclusions on a Sunday.
It is not a belly button. (The umbilicus serves, then withdraws, leaving but a single footprint where it stood: the navel, wrinkled and cupped, whorled and domed, blind and winking, bald and tufted, s...
It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.It weepsfor the...
If every time we choose a turd, society, at a great expense, simply allows us to redeem it for a pepperoni, then not only will we never learn to make smart choices, we will also surrender the freedom...
But man by his nature is an unnatural animal. If any creature stands a chance of defeating death, it is man.
We are seldom as limited as we think we are.
To wit: actions, like sounds, divide the flow of time into beats.[...]The quality of a man's life depends on the rhyhmic structure he is able to impose upon the input and output of energy.
To an artist a metaphor is as real as a dollar.
There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.
The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.
The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.