Iraq has slipped enough toward dangerous paths that may endanger the country if we don't realize that the solution. . . lies is the concept of national unity
The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.
Children see magic because they look for it.
An adventure story is fear recalled in comfort.
Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the lilies as I waved about my willie, If I only had a schlong.
He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.
Understanding a people's culture exposes their normalness without reducing their particularity. . . It renders them accessible: setting them in the frame of their own banalities, it dissolves their opacity.
I love the fact that 35 years later, I still hear my songs on the radio.
Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.
The new human type cannot be properly understood without awareness of what he is continuously exposed to from the world of things about him, even in his most secret innervations.