Where were the saints to try to change the social order, not just to minister to the slaves, but to do away with slavery?
Literature + Illness = Illness
Every hundred feet the world changes
There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.
We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it's so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.
I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.
Put it this way: singing is not my day job.
Let's do it right. This is for the ages.
A little bit of anorexia, a little bit of bulimia. I'm not totally OK now but I don't think any woman is.
You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.