Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.
Although enlightened people know that an extreme phobia wasn't a form of madness, hey could not help but regard it as odd.
She turned more heads than a coven of chiropractors.
How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.
There's more to me than you see, another me down inside somewhere, full of hate, ready to hurt, cut, smash, or if maybe there's no Other and there's just me alone, then I'm not the person I thought I was, I'm something twisted and terrible, terrible.
Peter opens his eyes and they are tearless and fierce, revealing a glimpse of his true self. Pure animalistic strength. There was never any fear for him to hide.
Terror and pleasure are linked in us. We are a baldly miswired species, Martie. Terror delights us, both the experience of terror and the dealing out of it to others. We are healthier if we admit to this miswiring and do not struggle to be better tha...
His pulse races under my palms. "Was there ever. . .between us, was there ever something?" I say. He shakes his head. "Just for me. But you were always Noah's." "I don't want to be." He doesn't say anything.
Where does fiction end and reality begin?
Language can't describe reality. Literature has no stable reference, no real meaning. Each reader's interpretation is equally valid, more important than the author's intention. In fact, nothing in life has meaning. Reality is subjective. Values and t...
Most people regarded Psychology as a science. Some called it a soft science, but those making such a distinction grew fewer by the year.
He stops pacing. 'I know, Miranda, I did it because I—' 'Stop! Don't say it. I don't want to hear you say it.' 'I have to say it,' Noah says. 'No, you don't.' If I hear him say the word love, I don't know what I'll do. I still have my gun. Maybe on...
