I'm not sure I'd write a good cookbook, but I might make a good cooking show.
Hand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.
A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.
The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet.
Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough.
For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.
Pretty much anything you care to imagine can happen in a fantasy, which in turn means you can really crank up the intensity of the tale you're telling.
So the idea that you could put Kurds, Shiite Arabs, and Sunni Arabs in a nice, liberal, federal system in Iraq in a short amount of time, six months or a year, boggles the mind.
I will continue to express the fact I am for a drug-free sport and always will be.
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
Being shelled is the main work of an infantry soldier, which no one talks about. Everyone has his own way of going about it. In general, it means lying face down and contracting your body into as small a space as possible.