My throat tightened, but I held back the tears and reminded myself that withdrawing from a woman is no different than kicking a drug; you feel shaky and you want it, but eventually the need passes, and you feel restored.
The roots of any evil deed can be traced to the perpetrator's refusal to experience pain.
The bad things don't seem to happen to bad people.' That's because they already did. There's no original evil left in the world.
Plenty of people who survive tragedies end up ambivalent about danger--frightened by it, yet strangely drawn to it.
Ames clucked his tongue, “You know, not all of us are so evil minded. You’ve just met the wrong ones.” He meant guys. “You’re all the same.” I should know. “Not all of us,” he said too soft but I heard. “But judgment before proven c...
I understand that you want “normal” by what you define it, but normal is what you make it. You could spend a lifetime in the house you grew up in and never once feel normal.
Patience will be on our side.” “I once heard that patience is a vulture in wait to take out its prey when all seems safe.
Most of you guys can't see the potential in a nervous breakdown. A real collapse. There's more chance of finding yourself in a major depression than there is in a bottle Prozac.
But insight doesn't necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly.
People react predictably, especially when they don't have time to think.
We are, all of us, crippled and twisted. Most of us strive desperately to keep our grotesqueries out of sight and mind. Our suffering is transformed by an alchemy of the soul into addiction, ulcers, strokes, hatred, even war.
I figured anybody who talked about church as much as she did was using it a little like cocaine anyhow.
God is not attracted to mountaintops or church steeples. God is drawn to suffering, and the dark places it surfaces.
