Blood is thicker than water," The young man said As he knifed his friend For a drooling old bitch And a house full of lies.
Always take all the time to reflect that circumstances permit, but when the time for action has come, stop thinking. (Andrew Jackson)
...Because beauty is typically the result of a few qualities working in concert, it can take more to guarantee the appeal of a bridge or a house than strength alone. (p 205)
Heaven and Earth are meeting in a storm that, when it's over, will leave the air purer and the leaves fertile, but before that happens, houses will be destroyed, centuries- old trees will topple, paradises will be flooded.
We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.
To allow someone to come into your heart-house, you have to open the door. Most doors open from the inside.
A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.
On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.
We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.
Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today.
I figured in the modern world, considering, Jesus himself would have likely been born in a frat house.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord builds the city, the guard keeps watch in vain.
...there was something in the texture of the weave that felt happy: the echo of a memory so far down in his soul it was all emotion, a burst of colour and warmth, adrift from time and place.
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
Eve: "Where's Mister Scary?" Roarke: "Summerset has the night off." Eve: "You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.
Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.
