Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love ( Read more... )

There is no reason to believe that we are any better, that we are above anything, that we can overcome ourselves.

If I can remember this, I can protect myself. In exchange for this protection, I relinquish some of that heady, brilliant sweetness.

Oakland.

As I've been telling everyone, I've taken up the idea of moving to another planet in pursuit of perfect anonymity.

No more crossed wires, crossed connections, or cross faces.

While I'm saving up for a ticket on Sir Richard Branson's spaceship, I'm a student of the Susan Kounlavongsa School of Life. D.G.A.F.

There's just over a month until my recital.

Nearly had a nervous breakdown during my lesson yesterday afternoon. Singing and crying cannot occur simultaneously. I have learned that much.

So, back to practicing.

I'm going to take a fat vacation when this is all over.

But as a wizard he had learned the price of the game, which is the peril of losing one's self, playing away the truth. The longer a man stays in a form not his own, the greater this peril. Every prentice-sorcerer learns the tale of the wizard Bordger of Way, who delighted in taking bear's shape, and did so more and more often until the bear grew ( Read more... )