Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion. For instance, let's say you're an astronaut on the moon and you fear that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham! you just slam the door behind him and blast off. He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say, "Think ag ain, ( Read more... )

One evening you remarked, "I can't see the stars anymore." When I explained how the city has erased them with its various forms of pollution, you said that wasn't the reason.

You are BEAUTIFUL...When you let friends have their space. When you believe. When you laugh or are moved to tears. When you let it just roll right off your back. When you talk about your dreams. When you help a turtle across the road. When you try to do the right thing...even when it comes out wrong. You are Beautiful when you love.

Go! Just GO ( Read more... )

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook.

The problem with the future isn't what it used to be.
Rut, Hog or Die.

No Regrets. What's good, is wonderful. What's bad, is experience.

It began with routine simplicity. Dr. Juvenal Urbino had returned to the bedroom, in the days when he still bathed without help, and begun to dress without turning on the light. As usual she was in her warm fetal state, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow, that arm from a sacred dance above her head. But she was only half asleep, as usual, and ( Read more... )

Is it 'cause they like my gangster walk?
Is it 'cause they like my gangster talk?
Is it 'cause they like my handsome face?
Is it 'cause they like my gangster ways?
Whatever it is, they love it, and they just won't let me be.

If your nose was on your hand; it would make for some good stories to say the least.