You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself
I’ve had a lot of lieutenants over the years, and all the good ones were sick, sick individuals. You might be the best one yet.
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.
SELF BENEATH THE SURFACE, VEILED ON PURPOSE, ALL KNOWING AND GRAND, DIRECTED, GUIDED, BY THE ETERNAL HAND, SUSTAINED, FULFILLED, FULL OF LIGHT, REALIZATION ACHIEVED, BY WILLFUL MIGHT.
If she had some level of theism, we might have a shared theological root from which I could shape holy words.
Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived.
Being rich and coming from a distinguished family background doesn't guarantee happiness, Abby. In fact, it might make happiness harder to find because you have to live up to akk that expectation.
If we can let ourselves, all of us, be united by the simple fact of having a difference, we will be bigger and stronger and more powerful than anyone who might otherwise make us feel small.
I think He made one law of that kind in order that there might be obedience. In all these other matters what you call obeying Him is but doing what seems good in your own eyes also. Is love content with that?
Some men are too dull to feel what might happen. Others torture themselves with maybes and populate their dreams with horrors more terrible than their worst enemy could inflict upon them.
In order to pray like a child, you might need to unlearn the nonpersonal, nonreal praying that you've been taught.
I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.
The one conclusion I have reached is that whiskey is a great leveler. You might be a hotshot advertising executive or a lowly foundry worker, but if you cannot hold your drink, you are just a drunkard.
A brick and a blanket could be combined to create a blink. And a half a blink, as we all know, is a wink. A wink and a smile might be enough to get you back to my blanket.
I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.
God split himself into a myriad parts that he might have friends. This may not be true, but it sounds good—and is no sillier than any other theology.
I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Every sane person has to find every day some manner of accommodating the impossible, some way of covering up for the failures of the rational world. This might actually be a reasonable definition of sanity.
These are her accomplishments. Challenges she's lived through. Shithead was just along for the ride. In the background. Like wallpaper. You can change the color of the walls anytime, and it might look different, but the room's still the same.
If you agree to work for us, half the time you won't know the purpose of your duties . . . and when we do explain, we might not be telling the truth. But that's the real world, folks . . .
I wish I listened through my urethra, because imagine how euphoric and orgasmic music would be. One love song might get you pregnant.
