This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.
If complexity doesn’t beat you, paradox will.
Conservatives understand Halloween, liberals only understand Christmas. If you want to control a population, don’t give it social services, give it a scary adversary.
Dip a slice of bread in batter. That’s September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.
The first thunderstorm of the season was in the dressing room, donning its black robes and its necklace of hailstones, strapping on its electrical sword.
Summer had come to sit on New York’s face.
What mattered to Abu was the music of the sentence. ‘A shadow does not belong to the object that casts it.’ To Abu, it was a little poem. And in general, it was the poetics, the music of things that tossed his confetti.
The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.
People write memoirs because they lack the imagination to make things up.
Maybe what I admired most about John Steinbeck is that he never mortgaged his 45-acre heart for a suite in an ivory tower.
Toys are made in heaven, batteries are made in hell.
How can you admire a human who consciously embraces the bland, the mediocre, and the safe rather than risk the suffering that disappointment can bring?
Success can eliminate as many options as failure.
Laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it’s love and love alone that really matters.
The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe’s pajamas.
When freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.
Approfondement is a French word that means ‘playing easily in the deep.’
Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.
To some extent, Seattle remains a frontier metropolis, a place where people can experiment with their lives, and change and grow and make things happen.
You are what you think you eat.