You and I are stymied in our own creativity. We can only create as sub-creators, and even then our best work is only sub-creation.
So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.
The enemy came to steel,destroy and kill our leader, our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.
Simply building a fence between a child and temptation is not the same things as preparing him to face life.
For true beauty—beauty, as it were, with a capital —is terrifying; it puts us in our place; it reflects back to us our own ugliness. It is the prize beyond price.
None of us could choose our birth, but we could still chose our family, and only those who love you are your true family.
Only the free and personal man is a good citizen (realist), and even with the lack of particular (scholarly, artistic, etc)culture, a tasteful judge (humanist).
We judge others according to our image of perfection as well, and naturally they fall short of our expectations.
The voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
...amor mío, no puedo expresar lo mucho que te agradezco nuestro pequeño infinito. No lo cambiaría por el mundo entero. Me has dado una eternidad en esos días contados, y te doy las gracias.
Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
People always get used to beauty, though. "I haven't gotten used to you just yet," he answered, smiling.
I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.
There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.
Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.
I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.
It occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because the is always the thought that everything might be done better and again
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public.
Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.
...there are books...which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
