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High Magic’s Aid is a fascinating historical novel packed with information about witchcraft and magic, yet it made little or no impact at the time of publication.
“Apparently, when I started to sing, his sister shrieked in alarm, “That is my father’s voice!” My voice had the exact timbre of their father, who had died two days before, promising that he would be there onstage with Pavarotti. That was why he stopped me. He heard his father’s voice too, coming out of my mouth, and was completely unnerved.”
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
“It’s the same old caveman shit, a power thing. It’s why I want to fuck every man in the ass at least once. Every guy needs to be penetrated at least once. Do it yourself if you want. But that’s the vision—a woman lies there and the man goes in, takes control, whoosh. It’s all about power. The woman is always in the vulnerable position, and the man takes control. Come on. Everybody can be penetrated—mentally, too.”
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
“I had my baby shower at the Garage when I was pregnant with Paulo. Debbie Harry of Blondie and Andy Warhol threw it for me. That’s showing you normal. (Paulo and Keith Haring would also become very close; to Paulo, he was Uncle Keith. They would draw together, like it was the most fun you could have in the world.)”
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
― I'll Never Write My Memoirs
“DISNEYLAND isn’t designed just for children. When does a person stop being a child? Can you say that a child is ever entirely eliminated from an adult? I believe that the right kind of entertainment can appeal to all persons, young or old. I want Disneyland to be a place where parents can bring their children—or come by themselves and still have a good time.”
― Walt Disney: An American Original, Commemorative Edition
― Walt Disney: An American Original, Commemorative Edition
“My father’s halls were dark and silent. His palace was a neighbor to Oceanos’, buried in the earth’s rock, and its walls were made of polished obsidian. Why not? They could have been anything in the world, blood-red marble from Egypt or balsam from Araby, my father had only to wish it so. But he liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he did not consider how black it would be when he was gone. My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.”
― Circe
― Circe
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