To be honest, one must be inconsistent.
To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real?
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?
The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion. . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.
Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
My homies in Gadsden aren't as exposed as I am culturally, which is awesome - that's why I love going home. I'm in the kitchen with people who don't know anything but the simple life, what's important to them, and what's dope.
The capacity of any conqueror is more likely than not to be an illusion produced by the incapacity of his adversary.
Basically, I think 21st century conservation is moving toward preserving ecosystems by dealing with the needs of people.
Good taste is death. Vulgarity is life.