When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.
It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.
Maybe, in the final analysis, they saw me as something I wasn't and I tried to turn them into something they could never be. I loved them all but maybe I never understood any of them. I don't think they understood me.
Fame gives you everything you never wanted.
Sing me not a song; let me hear your recital of veneration and respect; this I will listen to over and over when I share your need of pleasing.
Don't think for a minute that bad publicity and endless criticism don't leave their claw marks on everyone concerned. Your friends try to cheer you up by saying lightly, "I suppose you get used to it, and ignore it. " You try. You try damned hard. But you never get used to it. It always wounds and hurts.
Petting is the study of the anatomy in braille.
Musing on the phrase 'waste of time. ' So much more complex than it appears. Many 'wastes of time' small talk, daydreaming are imperatives.
I crawled in the bathroom, looked in the mirror and saw the devil. It was me.
There’s a long pause. But it’s not a bad pause, because Mik is looking at me like I’m the treasure from the high shelf that someone’s just taken down and put into his hands. I find I don’t mind being looked at like this. I don’t mind it at all.
Christianity would be helpless without the idea of freewill and the idea of freewill would be helpless without incongruity.