Humor is reason gone mad.
You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.
What will man see when all the dreams are gone?
They'll say you are bad or perhaps you are mad or at least you should stay undercover. Your mind must be bare if you would dare to think you can love more than one lover.
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.
Every second that passes is another grain of sand in your hourglass that is gone, forever lost in time.
You must plan your life in such a way that at the time of your death, you own nothing, and have given everything. You can’t carry anything with you to the other world and everything shall be left here in this world after you are gone. All that will remain of you will be your good work.
After 9/11, a few hundred CIA and Special Operations personnel, backed by airpower and Afghan militias, devastated Taliban and al-Qaeda forces. That effort has since turned into a conventional Pentagon nation-building exercise and gone backward.
We've gone overboard on every Queen album. But that's Queen.
When I went into the seminary, I was one of those victims of New Math and had not had Algebra I and had no idea what we were doing in New Math in the ninth grade. But when I went into the seminary, they had gone the traditional route and taught first-year algebra.
Progress might have been alright once, but it has gone on too long.
Spying has always gone on since ancient times.
What if Picasso had gone to the Moon? Or Andy Warhol or Michael Jackson or John Lennon? What about Coco Chanel? These are all artists that I adore.
In 1952, I had gone to England on a literary pilgrimage, but what I also saw, even at that distance from the blitz, were bombed-out ruins and an enervated society, while the continent was still, psychologically, in the grip of its recent atrocities.
I had a wonderful family including my aunts, uncles and cousins but they've all gone to heaven.
So many things in my life have gone awry.
Menstruation not only carries with it the connotation of a productive system that has failed to produce; it also carries the idea of production gone awry, making products of no use, not to specification, unsalable, wasted, scrap.
Lincoln had bad press, too. He wasn't appreciated until after he was gone.
I've gone out of my way to not take baggage with me from film to film.