Together we all live every moment On the very brink; The razor’s edge Of ecstasy or disaster.
I like to read either in motion or in water. . . I am happiest reading in the bathtub.
These short stories are vast structures existing mostly in the subconscious of our cultural history. They will live with the reader long after the words have been translated into ideas and dreams. That's because a good short story crosses the borders of our nations and our prejudices and our beliefs. A good short story asks a question that can't be answered in simple terms. And even if we come up with some understanding, years later, while glancing out of a window, the story still has the potential to return, to alter right there in our mind and change everything.
A peasant that reads is a prince in waiting.
A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him
Our collective freedom. . . depends on our ability to defend the rights of others.
Every day that we wake up is a good day. Every breath that we take is filled with hope for a better day. Every word that we speak is a chance to change what is bad into something good.
On the Way of the Cross, you see, my children, only the first step is painful. Our greatest cross is the fear of crosses. . . We have not the courage to carry our cross, and we are very much mistaken; for, whatever we do, the cross holds us tight - we cannot escape from it. What, then, have we to lose? Why not love our crosses, and make use of them to take us to heaven?
It turns out that the process of working toward a goal, participating in a valued and challenging activity, is as important to well-being as its attainment.
The recognition of the false is already the arising of the real.
I have glaucoma, so use eye drops both morning and night.