A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state and this state is constant.
God gave me some weird beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.
I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.
I am living out my adolescent dream of travel and adventure.
The toddler must say no in order to find out who she is. The adolescent says no to assert who she is not.
To an adolescent there is nothing in the world more embarrassing than a parent.
Adolescents are not monsters. They are just people trying to learn how to make it among the adults in the world who are probably not so sure themselves.
No bubble is so iridescent or floats longer than that blown by the successful teacher.
I had spindly little ankles and growing up in Canada I couldn't skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years.
I know I could be the host of 'SportsCenter' in two years if I changed my show today to sports.
I am not an adolescent nor a romantic. I analyze objectively.
It more or less has the shape of a love song but 'Crescent Moon' reflects more my longing for an ancient romantic context that includes wild animals fire danger of death stellar navigation and seasonal intuition.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas purchased something on the installment plan and raised an adolescent.
The historic ascent of humanity taken as a whole may be summarized as a succession of victories of consciousness over blind forces - in nature in society in man himself.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected momentary and fleeting yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.