When I became a novice monk, I lived in a temple where the atmosphere was quite like in a family. The abbot is like a father and other monks are like your big brothers, your small, younger brothers. It is a kind of family.
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There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
We all like stories that make us cry. It’s so nice to feel sad when you’ve nothing in particular to feel sad about.
Shine like the day I set cosmic eyes on you, friend, by the light of the sweet squash in my lovely laser broom.
I am a member of the Muskogee people. I’m a poet, a musician, a dreamer of sorts, a questioner. Like everyone else, I’m looking for answers of some sort or the other.
I like a quiet life.
These heroes of finance are like beads on a string; when one slips off, all the rest follow.
Terrorism is like jujitsu: The small players win if they make the large player use his strength against himself.
You are not thinking hard enough if you are sleeping well. And you would have to be unhinged to take on a subject like the French Revolution, or Rembrandt, and not feel some trepidation. There is always the possibility that you will crash and burn, and the whole thing will be a horrible, vulgar, self-indulgent mess.
Doubts never end. If one doubt is removed, another takes its place. It is like removing the leaves of a tree one by one. Even if all the leaves are clipped off, new ones grow. The tree itself must be uprooted.