Okay, let me get a pen.' There were rustling noises. 'I can't find one.' More noises. 'Okay,shoot.' 'You found a pen?' 'No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it.' Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.
I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I'm called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.
I've noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It's like hanging out with a greyhound.
Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home.
We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fall off at the next bump.
A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.
Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...
Be kind, be all sympathy, For each and every human being Is forced to fight against himself.
In my first video diary I explained my love for women who have a taste in carrots. Since then, I have received plenty of carrots. Now I also have a keen interest in women who like Lamborghinis.
Never worry about things That you are unable to change. Change your own way Of looking at truth,
Every second a seeker can start over, For his life's mistakes Are initial drafts And not the final version.
