The day I charge an unbeliever like you for the word of God will be the day I'm struck dead by lightning, and with good reason.
If there is nothing new under the sun, at least the sun itself is always new, always re-creating itself out of its own inexhaustible fire.
Today and every day, live and lead the memory you want to leave behind.
That’s the thing with reality, he said, you can’t repeat it to order, you can’t correct it. Perhaps we should read more books.
Persephone smiled. "Caleb and I play Super MArio Kart every day at one, and when he cancelled on me I knew something was up." I looked at Caleb slowly.
For me the greatest joy is to be able to submerge myself for a few hours every day in a human time that otherwise would be alien to me. A lifetime is not enough.
This is the thing: people think that magic doesn't exist, but it does, all the time. We use spells every day: the spell of forgiveness, the spell of thanks.
but at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it
I have no interest in dying. But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don't matter to me.
One must travel, to learn. Every day, now, old Scriptural phrases that never possessed any significance for me before, take to themselves a meaning.
I look at the check once more and then fold and tuck it into my bra. It's not every day a girl gets to be up close and personal with this much money.
one of those pertinacious tempers that would warm every day to a white heat and never again cool to forgiveness.
I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I’m still going on about her.
One day I'll work out what it is you are saying, my lad, and then you'll be in trouble.
He began to write his thoughts and observations concerning the day's events [...] It helped him better understand everything he had seen and done over the course of the day.
The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.
To be the other woman is to be a season that is always about to end, when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach, and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
Are we Human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital, My hands are cold, And I'm on my knees, begging for the answer, To are we Human? Or are we Dancer?
The brutal reality of politics would be probably intolerable without drugs.
With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered. Freedom is exhausting.
