I'm an ass-kicking fat kid.
You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.
I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.
I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
What are you doing here?! (Aimee) Come to inadvertently insult you some more apparently. Who knew? (Fang)
I always shoot at privates. It was they who did the shooting and killing, and if I could kill a wound a private, why, my chances were so much the better. I always looked upon officers as harmless personages.
Those reformers who preach against image-worship, or what they denounce as idolatry - to them I say "Brothers, if you are fit to worship God-without-form discarding all external help, do so, but why do you condemn others who cannot do the same?"
It is impossible to have a Jewish, democratic state and at the same time to control all of Eretz Israel. If we insist on fulfilling the dream in its entirety, we are liable to lose it all. Everything. That is where the extremist path takes us.