I cannot pull off a mustache. It's like threading a needle, because most of the time, I'll look like a complete idiot.
Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.
I was sleeping in a water bed for a couple of years, recommended by my doctor. I was never comfortable in that water bed. In the middle of the night you would hear something happening - water and bubbles. I would always think there was some intelligent life in the water bed.
The best thoughts most often come in the morning after waking, while still in bed or while walking.
It is on these (20min) walks that my best ideas come to me. It is while walking that difficult clarity emerges. It is while walking that I experience a sense of well-being and connection, and it is in walking that I live most prayerfully.
It's just the most amazing feeling to be out there in the water riding waves. It's like walking on the water.
The true miracle is not walking on water or walking in air, but simply walking on this earth.
Like Paul Kraston said, all I ask in life is a water bed, a TV and a typewriter. Well, I'll just have an ordinary bed, a TV and a guitar.
When I was growing up, all the women in my house were using needles. I've always had a fascination with the needle, the magic power of the needle. The needle is used to repair damage. It's a claim to forgiveness. It is never aggressive, it's not a pin.
Everybody is grappling with their own moral compass, and that needle, like any needle, can't just stick. It's always floating a little bit, and depending on where you're standing, it's hard to read.
When I started walking and I looked down and I saw on the floor this water, which looked like, you know, water in your basement except it happened to be in the auxiliary building of a nuclear power plant.
Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon
The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end
I was cutting and threading pipe in the tunnels to get water into the shower rooms for athletics. I was repairing old metal windows, fixing cement walls where rain was coming through, and drying out the maple gym floors in hopes of removing the warping.
I like taking calls while I'm walking Lenny, but it's always awkward, trying to juggle a phone while picking up after your dog.
My parents live near the ocean, and I've spent a lot of time walking through the water at night, being around the water.