Most times, your blessings are also your curses. And for me, I have this ability to express myself so clearly with pen and paper, but when it comes to expressing myself verbally, I put up a big wall.
I believe we shall come to care about people less and less. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London.
My mother believed in curses, karma, good luck, bad luck, feng shui. Her amorphous set of beliefs showed me you can pick and choose the qualities of your philosophy, based on what works for you.
They have horror stuff in the Bible. Like if you were to read Deuteronomy 28, that talks about the blessings and curses of God.
People tend to fear the ghosts in their own family. You feel these family curses and think, 'If it happened to my father, it could happen to me.'
I don't know anyone who curses the way they do on the Sopranos. Not in an Italian household. I never said the word hell in front of my mother.
I had a very 'colorful' language, and every time I went to say something, Michael would cut me off with words like 'shoot' and 'fudge.' He didn't like curses. He didn't think it was necessary when other words would do.
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
With pride, there are many curses. With humility, there come many blessings.
That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.
