I’m buying things for people I don’t even know. I’m like Willy Wonka, but more manipulative. Imagine if Willy Wonka had a devious goal.
Death grip, by the way, is the literal translation of the word “mortgage.
I sought sanctuary in the twilight cemeteries entombed in strangers’ limbs.
If a conservative is a mugged liberal, a dad is a knackered Jesus.
This spiritual life, in the end it is not a choice, it’s what’s left when you run out of choices.
Invisible violence in Pakistan, violence against brown people, ongoing violence in Iraq – that’s got to be quantified in the same way as the cinematic glamorous violence that happens in recognisable cities.
How do you not succumb to base emotions?’ I asked him. He said: ‘When I feel jealous or prideful it reminds me that I need to move closer to God.
The reason I continue to is because they have awakened me to the impossibility of happiness based on my previous world view: that I am the centre of the world and that what I want is important.
Fortunately, both for you and me, I grew up to become a comedian and will make it as jolly as possible. In the words of Morrissey – “I can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible.” I.
Like a world build around excellence at a niche bagatelle, or a dumb parlour trick, or board game; the masters of the universe are just experts at Hungry Hippo.
Like all forms of delusion the key is to let go of it before it lets go of you.
Perhaps if we spend time around positive people, being positive to one another, we can raise our common frequency as well as our individual wellbeing.
I’d gotten myself thrown into, then out of a drama school – ironically for being too dramatic.
I get prophetic flashes. There, I’ve said it.
That’s why we call this process Recovery; we recover the ‘you’ that you were meant to be.
I come from there, there where I never belonged.
I suppose this is what I’m concerned about... is the appetite to turn natural behaviors into products and entertainment.
Addicts are not enslaved by drugs, drugs serve as an escape from the false ideals of a materialistic society.
That’s the problem with trying to be friends with Buddhists. They don’t get attached.
Intention and attention, they say. Where your attention goes, so shall you become. As you intend to be, so shall you be.
The world of politics is so corrupt that it automatically weeds out the well-intentioned, and anyone sincere will be subjected to pestilent mud-slinging.