The night seemed long. Wilbur's stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep.
From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.
Mommy do princesses seem at all like me? "look inside yourself and you'll see.
...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.
...that to me, was what courage was - moving forward and doing what you needed to do, despite how difficult or terrifying it may seem.
When the corruption seems to go all the way to the end of the world, the only good approach is through the front door with a gun in each hand.
The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
Thank you for stitching me up" I say. "I seem to have a talent for it.
And he has guns and dogs that would make the Hound of Baskervilles seem like a bleeding Pekinese.
I don't know why, but the Bible always seems to come to me in my time of need, even with the exact words.
Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.
The bad things don't seem to happen to bad people.' That's because they already did. There's no original evil left in the world.
Patience will be on our side.” “I once heard that patience is a vulture in wait to take out its prey when all seems safe.
It must be that I am not made to be a dead man, but these places and this discussion seem like a dream, and not a dream dreamed by me but by someone else still to be born.
There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.
It’s funny. From up here, the destruction seems to fade. Almost as if like people, in time, even the world can heal itself.
The River Swish Deftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~ The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~ Canorous rush of the river swish....
She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.
It seems to me that my lack of faith is not, as I once thought, a triumph of the rational mind, but rather a failure of the imagination - an inability to tolerate mistery.
But that I should have ended up in a place like this seems too custom-made a nightmare to be the work of mere ill fortune.
She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
