But who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy?
Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
God save us from people who mean well.
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.
Every right implies a responsibility,every opportunity an obligation, every possession a duty.
How many observe Christ’s birth-day! How few, his precepts! O! ‘tis easier to keep Holidays than Commandments.
Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.
November 22, 1963: C.S. Lewis, the British writer who created the magical land of Narnia, died 50 years ago today. On that same day, author Aldous Huxley also died and John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.
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