I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.
Sina jinsi. Nguzo ya maisha yangu ni historia ya maisha yangu. Historia ya maisha yangu ni urithi wa watu waliojifunza kusema hapana kwa ndiyo nyingi – waliojitolea vitu vingi katika maisha yao kunifikisha hapa nilipo leo – walionifundisha falsafa ya kushindwa si hiari. Siri ya mafanikio yangu ni kujitahidi kwa kadiri ya uwezo wangu wote; au 'pushing the envelope' kwa lugha ya kigeni.
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?
Somehow I said “yes” to whatever put me here and “no” to whatever did not. And if I don’t like where I’m at, maybe I should start trading out one answer for the other.
Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors. And that lover, when you find him or her, will see you and know you – just as you are and just as you should be. And they will say yes. Yes, you. I will go there with you. I have been waiting for this.
After the final no there comes a yes. And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun.
Death is the end of the fear of death. [...] To avoid it we must not stop fearing it and so life is fear. Death is time because time allows us to move toward death which we fear at all times when alive. We move around and that is fear. Movement through space requires time. Without death there is no movement through space and no life and no fear. To be aware of death is to be alive is to fear is to move around in space and time toward death.
I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last
Shrug off the no’s – they are temporary. This is your world. In your world there is only yes.
Millions of ordinary Americans may suffer from a toxic combination of ignorance and amnesia, but the victims of U.S. coups, invasions, and bombing campaigns across the globe tend not to. Ask the Iraqis or the Iranians, ask the Cubans or the Chileans. And, yes, ask the North Koreans.
Do I support a driver's license for everybody? The answer is yes.
I don't see how an article of clothing can be indecent. A person, yes.
I'm an October baby, yes.
I'm interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.
Of course I read Braille, yes.
Public broadcasting makes our nation smarter, stronger and, yes, safer.
Yes, I've often been threatened by hunters, by horsemeat butchers, and seal murderers... I am still alive!
'The Catcher in the Rye.' When I was a teenager, that was my book; yes, somebody gets it, somebody gets adolescence.
One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.
There is a chip on my shoulder, both shoulders, yes sir.