People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love read more

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.

Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.

We the people are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution but to read more

We the people are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the Constitution.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

One type of rice nourishes one hundred types of people.

One type of rice nourishes one hundred types of people.

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling read more

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice, and motivated by pride and vanity

The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them

The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set read more

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are read more

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"