Criticism In The Universities, I'll Have To Admit, Has Entered A Phase Where I Am Totally Out Of Sympathy With 95% Of What Goes On. It's Stalinism Without Stalin.
It Is Hard To Go On Living Without Some Hope Of Encountering The Extraordinary.
I’ve Tried Writing And The Sentences Come Out Fine, But I Write A Few Pages And I Don’t Want To Go On.
If We Didn't Have Understanding Of Our Journey, We Wouldn't Be Able To Go On. We'd Be Stuck, Like, 'why Me?'
The Emoji Still Doesn't Really Speak To The Complexity That Actually - Or The Subtext That Goes On Between When People Actually Speak Face-to-face.
So Go On And Play, And If You Make A Mistake, Make It Loud So You Won't Make It Next Time.
You Realize That For All The Shenanigans That Go On In The Big Circus Of Politics, Everybody Wakes Up And Goes To Work.
If You Have Everything, Then You Don't Want To Go On. It's The Lacking That Makes You Search For Something Better.
Everything Is What It Is, That's All. If We Keep Attaching Meanings And Mysteries To Everything We Perceive, Everything We See That Is, And To Everything That Goes On Inside Us, We Are Bound To Go Crazy Sooner Or Later, I Thought.
On The Other Hand, Whatever Condition We Are In, We Must Always Do What We Want To Do ,and If We Want To Go On A Journey, Then We Must Do So And Not Worry About Our Condition, Even If It's The Worst Possible Condition, Because, If It Is, We're Finished Anyway, Whether We Go On The Journey Or Not, And It's Better To Die Having Made The Journey We've Been Longing For Than To Be Stifled By Our Longing.
