For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Up with life. Stamp out all small and large indignities. Leave everyone alone to make it without pressure. Down with hurting. Lower the standard of living. Do without plastics. Smash the servo-mechanisms. Stop grabbing. Snuff the breeze and hug the kids. Love all love. Hate all hate.
Impian itu seperti sayap. Dia membawamu pergi ke berbagai tempat. Kurasa, mamamu sadar akan hal itu. Dia tahu, kalau dia mencegah mimpimu, itu sama aja dengan memotong sayap burung. Burung tersebut memang nggak akan lari, tapi burung tanpa sayap sudah bukan burung lagi. Dan manusia tanpa mimpi, sudah bukan manusia lagi.
I ended up dropping out of high school. I'm a high school dropout, which I'm not proud to say, ... I had some teachers that I still think of fondly and were amazing to me. But I had other teachers who said, 'You know what? This dream of yours is a hobby. When are you going to give it up?' I had teachers who I could tell didn't want to be there. And I just couldn't get inspired by someone who didn't want to be there
Every day, the New York Times carries a motto in a box on its front page. All the News That's Fit to Print, it says. It's been saying it for decades, day in and day out. I imagine most readers of the canonical sheet have long ceased to notice this bannered and flaunted symbol of its mental furniture. I myself check every day to make sure that the bright, smug, pompous, idiotic claim is still there.