Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious
No greatness without goodness.
Mondanom kell valamit a félelemről. Ez az élet egyetlen igazi ellensége. Csak a félelem tudja legyőzni az életet. Okos, alattomos ellenség, én aztán tudom. Nincs benne tisztesség, kímélet, nem ismer t...
Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.
If we, citizens do not support our artists, then we sacrifice out imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
If God on the Cross is God shamming a human tragedy, it turns the Passion of Christ into the Farce of Christ. The death of the Son must be real. Father Martin assured me it was. But once a dead God, a...
I'm just trying to helpDo your uncle's bonsai eat meat?I don't think soHave you ever been bitten by one of his bonsai?No.In that case, your uncle's bonsai are not helping us
I thought I knew not only her habits but also her limits. This display of ferocity, of savage courage, made me realize that I was wrong. All my life I had known only a part of her.
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know it. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, s...
I kept one eye on the horizon, one eye on the other end of the lifeboat.
I felt I was beating a rainbow to death
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
I couldn't get Him out of my head. Still can't. I spent three solid days thinking about Him. The more He bothered me, the less I coul forget Him. And the more I learned about Him, the less I wanted to...
HIs life was always a happenstance.
For the first time I noticed - as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next - that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw my suffering for wh...
Father raised his hands. Gentlemen, gentlemen,please! he interjected. I would like to remind you there is freedom of practice in this country.Three apoplectic faces turned to him.Yes! Prac--singular!...
Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love - but sometimes it was so hard to love. Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger, desolation and weariness, I was...
Don’t you bully me with your politeness!
For everything has a trace of the divine in it.
Fanatics do not have faith - they have belief. With faith you let go. You trust. Whereas with belief you cling.