Some people say they have a thirst for life. They’re excited about every day and they’re prepared to look the bad and the good straight in the face and greet it all with a smile. I like to think I’m one of those people.
The thirst for education that comes with the change the gospel brings can be a blessing or a curse, depending on our motives.
You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.
My father once said, ‘If you’re in the desert and you’re dying of thirst, are you going to drink a glass of blood or are you going to drink a glass of water?’ I think what he was trying to say, interesting coming from my blood father, is sometimes there are people in your family that can be toxic.
To underestimate one’s thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, to find a dry spring where one looked for running water – there is no help for any of these things.
My knowledge and thirst for knowledge has no expiration date… It goes until I’m dead. I will be learning and studying from youth, as well as people older than me… Having degrees as a person of color in this country is the one thing that can’t nobody take away from me.
I thank God that I’m a product of my parents. That they infected me with their intelligence and energy for life, with their thirst for knowledge and their love. I’m grateful that I know where I come from.
If you don’t die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
I have always enjoyed vampire stuff without ever having been a full vampire geek. I suppose I love the idea of blood thirst because it can say so much about us, not simply about addiction but about all those desires that can tear a family apart.
In the Nordic countries, there are hardly any societal problems, but we writers are bloodthirsty people like anyone else, so we have to quench this thirst with literature. If you live in a mafia state with lots of violence on the streets, you tend to write beautiful poetry.
The thirst for liberation and equality can never come at the expense of dehumanizing other marginalized groups – especially at a time when hate crimes against Jews have increased significantly.
The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.
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