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“Life is the dancer and you are the dance.”
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“Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.”
Source : Colleen McCullough (2013). “The Thorn Birds”, p.610, Head of Zeus
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“Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.”
Source : Henry Timrod (2007). “The Collected Poems of Henry Timrod: A Variorum Edition”, p.38, University of Georgia Press
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“I'm grateful to be alive, because I really did not think I was going to be alive, onstage performing songs.”
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“The bodys immune system is like any other system of the body. Each of them have their vital function for the human host.”
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“Entertainment Weekly said that Parks and Rec is the smartest comedy on tv. Call me when it's the funniest.”
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“One of the things I did during my 17 years as a psychiatric social worker was go around and find people with mental crutches, and every time I found one, I kicked those ***** crutches until they flew. You know what happened? Every single one of those people has been able to walk without the crutches better, in fact. Were they giving up anything intrinsically valuable? Just their irrational reliance upon superstitions and supernatural nonsense. Perhaps this sort of claptrap was good for the Stone Age, when people actually believed that if they prayed for rain they would get it.”
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“To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised. And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing. Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth, breeding grounds, experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight, where the imagination can mutate and mate, send tendrils into and out of the water.”
Source : Barbara Hurd (2003). “Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination”, p.8, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
