I always felt people who took themselves seriously were kind of boring.
I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
Experts now talk about the ‘nutrition transition’, in which populations in developing countries move straight from malnourishment to obesity.
Offspring were a joy or a shame, but still the crown of their elders, nature's unpredictable creatures.
I have a huge problem with pornography.
No one ever wrote a story yet without some real emotional drive behind it--and I have not that drive except where violations of the natural order. . . defiances and evasions of time, space, and cosmic law. . . are concerned.