All the stories are true
Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don't know you're having one until you're right in the middle of it.
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.
Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career.
Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.
Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome.
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.
My foster mother always laughed and said it was his reputation for knowing everything that allowed for him to appear infallible: all he had to do was walk through the room and see who looked guiltiest when they saw him. Maybe she was right, but I tried looking innocent the next time, and it didn't work.
These days people seek knowledge, not wisdom. Knowledge is of the past, wisdom is of the future.
Those who are truly contemporary are those who neither perfectly coincide with their time nor adapt to its demands. . . Contemporariness, then, is that relationship with time that adheres to it through a disconnection.
I grew up in an extremely musical atmosphere. There was a lot of music and singing around. I never really thought about one not singing, as a person. I've always sung and made music, it was just self-understood.