The most visceral science fiction always takes place in the past and focuses on the humdrum
Where is it written that a smart woman can't also be stacked?
The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?
In a way that somebody else converts to Judaism or becomes a Hare Krishna, I belong to the church of fried chicken.
I like me better naked. I don't mean that in a vain way. . . When you put clothes on, you immediately put a character on. Clothes are adjectives, they are indicators. When you don't have any clothes on, it's just you, raw, and you can't hide.
I've always had a fantasy to write a cookbook, because everyone wants to know what a model eats.
I'm a sucker for fried chicken - I really love it.
The outstretched arms of Jesus exclude no one, not the drunk in the doorway, the panhandler on the street, gays and lesbians in their isolation, the most selfish and ungrateful in their cocoons, the most unjust of employers and the most overweening of snobs. The love of Christ embraces all without exception.
I don't have time for their judgement and their stupidity and you know they lay down with their ugly wives in front of their ugly children and look at their loser lives and then they look at me and they say, 'I can't process it' well, no, you never will stop trying, just sit back and enjoy the show. You know?
Children and old people and the parents in between should be able to live together, in order to learn how to die with grace, together. And I fear that this is purely utopian fantasy.
After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create mythology of its own: namely, the assumption that what, after long effort, could not be proved to take place today had, in truth, taken place in the primeval past.