I think there's something basically wrong with the general public that they do need their icons.
You aren't nearly through this adventure yet.
Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.
A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.
I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.
The young cult of sociology, needing a language, invented one. There are many dead languages, but the sociologists' is the only language that was dead at birth.
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
That's the awesome part. Little girls now have a chance to look up and see women playing soccer, basketball, softball and now hockey - and know they can win a gold medal, too.