We’re letting the craziest of us to run the asylum. We’re allowing huge corporations to get free money from our taxes while they could borrow money with literary 0% interest rate. We still put on a pedestal people that benefit from a highly uncorrelated relationship between value-added through work and profit sharing.
Reacting as understanding the moment, being present, is all you get.
The mother turned back towards me and asked: “Did you just said to your son to girl up?”
While bleeding on the inside, you listen. Being a quick learner and resilient by nature you humbly accept the truth and decide to learn more and become a better self-published writer.
You walk the street and the only thought on repeat is: There are no efin’ fences here!
Terror has no religion, gender, or race. Terror has a face: the face of a mentally ill human being killing another human being.
Man’s life is short. You must live while doing what you want to do. It is stupid to live disagreeably, doing things you don’t like.
How’s that sound? Depending on your tendency to judge others sounds very bad … when someone else is saying it.
1. Don’t get carried away by the ease of communication online
2. Let the book go when it’s ready and don’t wait until it’s perfect
3. The killer gene must be controlled
Every day I find new applications for the best advice I ever received:
Autonomous. Authentic. These words remain in my head from a discussion I had with a friend last night. I kept thinking of them this morning, before I got out of bed, trying to understand their importance. In conversations with friends, thoughts put on paper for my next book or ideas I got from other people, I returned to the same issue: slavery.
I love tiramisu. I’ve eaten tiramisu in different forms, in restaurants with different themes in different countries. Each version of the recipe I liked for one reason or another. I never tried to make tiramisu until now because I perceived it as difficult. I think a cake is good because of components as much as for the love that goes in the cooking.
In time I developed a particular sense for books. I look at a book, I feel a need to look left and right, to be sure no one else saw her, and I reach to take her. I know that she (one of the best things about my native language is that all books are a she and not an “it”) will give me access to a new universe where I will laugh, I will cry and that will satisfy my hunger for a while.
Wait just a few moments and think about what you would do if you knew you will die tomorrow. Who would you like to spend today? How important are things that you just talked about in the last two hours? How about calling your mother which you have not spoken in a week?
I just found out how my parents choose my name: Harry Belafonte -Go Down Emanuel Road