With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
Of course, there were only three kinds of battle to begin with: fucked up, seriously fucked up, and fucked up beyond all recognition
I wasn't the smartest kid in town but I've always thought if you hang around with smart people some of it's bound to rub off.
I bet she thought she was getting into a fight with a vanilla wafer on roller skates but little did she know she was getting into a fight with a spider sandwich.
We're both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.
Raccoon." She saw Ellie put a hand to her mouth to cover the giggles and then looked back at Tom. "Like, you caught it?" "Well, it sure didn't get Fed-Exed [...]
---on her best days, she glimpses the limitless span of millennia behind her: millions of years, tens of millions.
Obeying orders just to obey is the mark of a person who has ceased to think. Remember, it is better to suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.
It was hard to live through the early 1940s in France and not have the war be the center from which the rest of your life spiraled.
The real problem with the art world is not the money men scavenging in its wake - they've always been there - but the pirates who've taken over the ship. I am thinking, of course, of that awful art world species: the curator.
Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.
But people in a small town tend to do a lot of talking, even when they don’t know what they’re talking about.
C.H.R.I.S.T.I.A.N.I.T.Y.: it’s not so much the thing itself, but the side effects that kill you – the opportunistic infections of misinterpretation and politics – and the parasites that come with it.
Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.
If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion with which I have lived.
Consequently, any boy who appeared at such a time was bound to carry a certain weight, a sort of saving grace, a fateful gravity.
I figured in the modern world, considering, Jesus himself would have likely been born in a frat house.
It was strange, I reflected.. that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.
Cooking wasn’t so bad, I thought. In fact, it was a lot like sex. Sometimes it didn’t seem like such a good idea in the beginning, but then after you got into it …
