This book deals with epiphenomenalism,. which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence....
Beat stress and rebalance your life. Make those dreams come true. Impress all your colleagues and friends. With the brand new you. So many lives condemned for no need.
Ten. Apes turn into men. and grapes turn into wine. How we made it to nine. I'll never know. . Eight. Man looks for a mate. but fate plays cruel tricks.
I would like to live in Sweden. When my work is done. Where the snow lies crisp and even. 'Neath the midnight sun. Safe and clean and green and modern.
I was born in Londonderry. I was born in Derry City too. Oh what a special child. To see such things and still to smile. I knew that there was something wrong.
Pale, pubescent beasts. Roam through the streets. And coffee shops. Their prey gather in herds. Of stiff knee-length skirts. And white ankle socks. But while they search for a mate.
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette. Out of the studio sky-light. Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof. Leaving a trail of grey-white. . All through its short life it gives of itself.
Old worlds seen through new eyes. Just you and I and the sheltering sky. The battle is over but the war's not yet won. It's only just begun. . We'll walk the razor's edge.
Please don't look at me that way. You'll only make me want to say. Something I will regret. You are April, you are May. What a stupid thing to say!. Forgive me and forget.
Give me your love. And I'll give you the perfect lovesong. With a divine Beatles bassline. And a big old Beach Boys sound. I'll match you pound for pound.
No matter how I try. I just can't get her out of my mind. And I when I sleep I visualize her. . I saw her in the pub. I met her later at the nightclub.
When the last course has been consumed. They withdraw to the drawing room. Where the Schubert she plays with style. Keeps her friends happy for the while.
Monday. Restate my assumptions. Heaven and hell. Do not exist. Tuesday. Restate my assumptions. If you die you do so. At your own risk. . Into the heart of darkness.
Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus. A heavenly angel flagged me down. And asked for a ride into town. For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus. This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:.
It was not that long ago it first occurred to me. That my mother was a person in her own right. And now I realize how very lucky I have been. And there, but for the grace of God, go I, go I.
"Hello.... What have we here?. A young lady!. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one?. How may I be of service this dark and wintry night?.
Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them. Every mouth shout the message out as one. Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow.
by W. Wordsworth. . I travelled among unknown men,. In lands beyond the sea;. Nor, England did I know till then. What love I bore to thee.. . 'Tis past, that melancholy dream!.
Living isn't easy. No need to make it harder. Stretch yourself until you snap. Ditch your superstitions. Lose your inhibitions. Tell them you're not coming back.
Postcards and letters. T-shirts and sweaters. Passports and Parkas. Mobiles and chargers. Two tennis rackets. Blue Rizla packets. A new sheep-skin jacket.