Paradise is the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real Earth on which we stand. Yes, God bless America, the Earth upon which we stand.
In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.
The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.
Where all think alike there is little danger of innovation.
If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally.
The gurus come from the sickliest nation on earth to tell us how to live. And we pay them for it.