A brick could deliver the zeitgeist through the thick skull of a politician faster than any letter or email.
A brick could be used to foretell the future. And from all indicators, 2013’s going to be a blanket of a year.
I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.
A blanket could keep a family of three warm for a lifetime, but global warming could do the same for the world forever.
A brick could be used as a floating object that dispensed fresh water, if only it were lighter and shaped like a cloud.
A brick could be used as an idol you can worship. But be careful, lest God smite thee with His wrath.
A brick could be used as a middle name. But who’d be dumb enough to do that, when it would clearly make a better first name?
A brick could be used as man’s best friend, if you covered it in fur and taught it to bark and shit in your neighbor’s yard.
Bricks could be used to line the pockets of the politicians, the way the people’s money once was, as we drop them off to search for Atlantis.
But you should know that about Dauntless- girl, guy, whatever, it doesn't matter here. What matters is what you've got in your gut.
Blankets could be used to represent the warmth and comfort of Libertarian ideals. And the world would be a better place, if most politicians didn’t have bricks for brains.
Blankets could be employed to keep the people standing in the unemployment line warm. Well, they could be, if the people weren’t already hot with rage at the ineptitude and greed of the political class.
A brick could be used in a knee replacement surgery, to build back the wall separating man from a sub four-minute mile. Damn you, Roger Bannister!
Blankets could be used as scapegoats for global warming. But why blame the blankets? Wouldn’t it be more fun, and more accurate, to blame politicians?
Bricks could have been used to stop Napoleon’s army from advancing into Russia. And blankets could have been used to keep Napoleon rolling in victories.
A brick could be used like a simile, and I’d like it. But not as much as I’d like it if you used a blanket instead. But don’t use the blanket that’s on my bed, because I’m currently using it.
A brick could be God’s gift to man (and woman), and we wouldn’t even know it because we’re all obsessed with iPads, luxury cars, and of course, my body.
A brick is a barometer of love. Give it to the girl of your dreams, and see if she uses it to build a life with you, or as a high velocity projectile.
You’re the one who has to live whit your choice" she says. "Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.
The hurts from my last day with my father are healed now, but I want to remember where they were; I want to remember what I escaped for as long as I live.
Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.
