We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
It felt like they used a baton or something -- it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before.
I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
We don't get offered crises, they arrive.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
Cheese - milk's leap toward immortality.