Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
The crux... is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Creative work is play. It is free speculation using materials of one's chosen form.
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
If you really do put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.
Starting with getting run down by a drunk burning his way down Valencia -- that were infinitely more likely and immediate than terrorists.