- I'll be better tomorrow. - No you won't. But that's okay...I'll wait. - For how long? - How long will I wait? Take forever and multiply it by infinity. And then I'll wait some more.
It was one of those pictures that children are supposed to like but don't. Full of endearing little animals doing endearing things, you know?
Each life has its share of heroism, an obscure heroism, born of abdication, of renunciation and acceptance under the merciless whip of fate.
Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place.
And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into.
We hold our dreams and ideals close to our hearts, where the promises are made to the future generations.
No one's stopping you," said Jess. "But you've got to make it more interesting. That's why why we drift off and talk about biscuits.
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.
I went out the kitchen to make coffee - yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.
His laugh and his voice were both pleasant. He talked the way New Yorkers used to talk before they learned to talk Flatbush.
She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.
There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.
Death was painful, not because people couldn't see their loved ones anymore, but because they couldn't communicate with them anymore.
So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.
In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.
My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.
Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.
