Twitter is a real addiction, like the color of it, the process of it.
We're real fortunate to have such a unique cast.
Happiness only real when shared.
My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
Real acting is realistic no matter what the medium.
No thieves, no traitors, no interventionists! This time the revolution is for real!
Don't call my lyrics poetry. It's an insult to real poets.
Love is messy. It's not something that's real clean.
Where my tastes in music are concerned, I'm a real maximalist.
I'm such a geek, and have always been a real nerd.
It's the writers' job to make it positive. It's my job to make it real.
I played a lot of real normal, straight sessions.
I don't know how to work a room. It's a real skill.
If things had been different, she would be in Carolyn's place right now. She didn't want that sort of existence, but there was something so attractive about the security of feeling like you had stopped moving toward your life, and actually arrived.
Is that the ultimate need? To secure some agent to act as a salve, a bandage, a cover-up, concealer over the black eye, as opposed to facing the issue head on. Nobody wants to address the fist. We’d all much rather take something for the pain and m...
Confront all the angry thoughts, feelings, the jealousies and condemnations, to find their cause, seek the root of such feelings and then operate on that. Need of security and reassurance can cause criminal acts.
The adoptee benefits because his collective parents are permitted to grow secure in their particular roles in his life. His adoptive parents are not unwittingly encouraged to compete to possess him. Nor are his birth parents punished and banished fro...
. . . then life began, and since then we remember each dumpster, abandoned house, and foot-chase by retail security. At night, after running around, plotting and scheming, our checklist items all crossed out, we paused to think — 'What to do tomorr...
Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day, every day, sleeping its life away.
It was a lame excuse, and I knew that wasn't the reason he was canceling. If he wanted to avoid me, I would have preferred he made up something about how he and the other guardians had to up Moroi security or practice top-secret ninja moves.
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not wan...
