The breath of wind that moved them was still chilly on this day in May; the flowers gently resisted, curling up with a kind of trembling grace and turning their pale stamens towards the ground. The sun shone through them, revealing a pattern of inter...
The stories in this book link an ancient story with the children's stories. Rather than medical case reports based on certainty of what scientists currently understand, they are simply an attempt to be faithful to what I have heard. In this sense, th...
Ideas are fruits of your thinking. But they've got to be harnessed and put to work to have value. Each year an oak tree produces enough acorns to populate a good-size forest. Yet from these bushels of seeds perhaps only one or two acorns will become ...
DeathWish: You spent some time working with Courtney Love and Billy Corgan on a creative level, how did this experience help your growth as an artist? EA: It didn't -- it stunted it entirely. I gave up over a year of my life and career helping Billy ...
You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I ...
Emotional neglect lays the groundwork for the emotional numbing that helps boys feel better about being cut off. Eruptions of rage in boys are most often deemed normal, explained by the age-old justification for adolescent patriarchal misbehavior, "B...
Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it's way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped and I felt as if, her charm co...
He had been violently confused by her real presence in the opposite inaccessible corner. For months he had been possessed by the imagination of her. She had been distant and closed away, a princess in a tower, and his imagination’s work had been al...
A Paradise for you and me Trust, true love to guide us free Loneliness shall not fill the day I will forever be with you Our Love is beautiful like the sunshine lighting the way Your gentle feel Your caring hands There is no doubt in your soul No eer...
...freedom is of more account than the height of a roof beam. I ought to know; mine cost me eighteen years' slavery. The man who lives on his own land is an independent man. He is his own master. If I can keep my sheep alive through winter and can pa...
I write not because I've to, I write because I'm compelled too. I love what I do, I see purpose in the words I write. I see that within myself, there is a way to construct a reality based on my perception of the world. I'm inspired to inspire others ...
119When you bring together the national security state and the military-industrial complex, when you bring together the prison-industrial complex and all the profits that flow from it, when you bring together the corporate media multiplex that don’...
when you bring together the national security state and the military-industrial complex, when you bring together the prison-industrial complex and all the profits that flow from it, when you bring together the corporate media multiplex that don’t w...
Profundity fails me.” Father Ramon's gaze rested on Loup. “And perhaps that is fitting, since words have never been your strong suit, Loup Garron. I said once that you were neither a leader nor a follower. I think perhaps you're something more ra...
Last Saturday night I was in a club on the South Side of Chicago listening to live rock music and talking to a guitar playing veteran of the music scene in the city. He looked and talked like the musicians that I recall from my childhood; he was a th...
Mark Loring: [about the gender of the unborn baby] Well, it can really only go two ways. Juno MacGuff: That's what you think. I drink tons of booze so you might get one of those scary neuter-babies that's born without junk. Mark Loring: Junk? Juno Ma...
[Adam and Barbara struggle to understand the "Handbook for the Recently Deceased"] Barbara: I hate this. Just- can you give me the basics? Adam: Well, this book isn't arranged that way. What do you wanna know? Barbara: Well, why did you disappear whe...
[last lines] Bettina Peterson: You look lost. Chuck Noland: I do? Bettina Peterson: Where're you headed? Chuck Noland: Well, I was just about to figure that out. Bettina Peterson: Well, that's 83 South. And this road here will hook you up with I-40 E...
Hannah: Take off your shirt. Jacob: Why? Hannah: Please can you take off your shirt, 'cause I can't stop thinking, and then you just... Jacob: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Hannah: Alright, okay, okay, okay. Jacob: [removing his shirt] Okay, okay, ok...
[first lines] Andrea Phillips: Okay. You all right? Captain Richard Phillips: Yeah. Andrea Phillips: You'd think these trips would get easier, but it's just the opposite. Captain Richard Phillips: Well, I feel the same way, Ange. Andrea Phillips: I k...
Zachary Beaulieu 15 à 21 ans: Do I look like a fag? Do I talk with a lisp? Strut like a peacock? Psychothérapeute: Nice idea of homosexuals you've got there. They're not all like that. Zachary Beaulieu 15 à 21 ans: They all become that way. Sooner...
