I just think that Jack White is the consummate artist - an artist's artist. I'm a huge fan.
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
The world was hers for the reading.
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.
It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.
Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us - the spiritual.
Interesting, isn’t it? What do you have to say about that, Fury? (Savitar) They’re on crack. (Fury) Anyone else on crack? (Savitar)
(. . . ) I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not have been so maimed, and neither would the world, (. . . )
I won't say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write essays like: What I'm going to be if I grow up.