Patrick Kenzie asking a bemused waitress for a newspaper in smalltown USA. 'It's like a homepage without a scroll button?'
How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...
Now, personally, I am baffled by the concept of racial prejudice. Why hate someone based on the color of their skin when, if you take the time to get to know them as a human being, you can find so many other things to hate them for?
It's wrong to discriminate based on skin color when there are so many other reasons not to like someone.
Every photo shoot, I'm always asking the makeup artist what they're using on me, and I'll go out and get it.
It's time to rescue "intelligent design" from the politics of religion. There are too many riddles not yet answered by either biology or the Bible, and by asking them honestly, without foregone conclusions, science could take a huge leap forward.
Who am I? is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered.
Although our package of skin and bones looks very convincing, it is a mask, an illusion, disguising our true self, which has no limitations.
What is needed is the constant unmasking of ego's strategy.
Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone and marrow to the world.