They were jerky little scissors.
This is also because musicians and other artists are often the most capable of expressing the social, political, and environmental problems facing humanity.
‘She was not conquered,’ he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.
… Kombucha plays a major role in revitalizing the bowel flora of patients.
Every man takes a beating and every man gets dumped back into the earth … so why cry about it?
Therefore, given that in the course of history many have acted on beliefs in which many others did not believe, we must perforce admit that for each, to a different degree, history has been largely the Theater of an Illusion.
“Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her?”
“I play the game for the game’s own sake,” said he.
The one small garden of a free gardener was a need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, said Denethor.
Clearly the musician is wise, and he who is not a musician is foolish.
Despite appearances and the power of their egos, in a universe that is some thirteen billion years old, the secret-keepers are monkeys like the rest of us, flailing around for answers in the early years of the 21st century on a planet whose dominant trend is war.
And all my austere nights of midnight oil, all the books I had read, all the wisdom I had gathered, went glimmering before the ape and tiger in me that crawled up from the abysm of my heredity, atavistic, competitive and brutal, lustful with strength and desire to outswine the swine.
Some are born to fortune, and some have fortune thrust upon them.
It was life raw and naked, wild and free—the only life of that sort which my birth in time and space permitted me to attain.