Nativity is the enemy of prophecy.
A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.
Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion.
Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.
What is liberty? The measure of dignity.
I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.