On 11 September, I was living in Greenwich Village, New York; my children learned to tell south from north by looking at the World Trade Center.
I’m William Wallace, and the rest of you will be spared. Go back to England and tell them… Scotland is free!
‘Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’
Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.
I think about terrorism in terms of popcorn. You can’t tell which kernels are popcorn and which are not, but you assume you’ll always have some kernels that are going to pop.
I can tell you one thing, Iran is closer to developing nuclear weapons today than it was a week ago, or a month ago or a year ago. It’s just moving on with its efforts.
My wife used to tell me one of my best qualities was that my feet don’t smell, but I remember my brother’s did when we were kids.
A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you… where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.
If historians don’t tell stories at the scales of creation myths, someone else will.
When you become fluent with language, it means you can write an entry in your journal or tell a joke to someone or write a letter to a friend. And it’s similar with new technologies.