To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
I came to China to follow my star and to steep myself in the raw regions of the universe.
The luck will alter and the star will rise.
Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I’m swept up in amorphous dust.
The shining star in the world is Shanghai. That’s what CEOs from big companies say – ‘if I want mathematical analytical work done, it’s done in China.’
I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.
Benjamin Franklin maintained that every star is a sun, and every sun nourishes a ‘chorus of worlds’ just like ours.
Follow your own star!
I served two tours of duty in Vietnam. I won the Bronze Star. I won the Purple Heart.
To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.