But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat it; for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.
Maybe it's time to stop being a soldier and go home to be a father. And a husband for Deanna. I'm not sure how.
Human nature being what it was, the only time you could really be sure you weren’t being lied to was when you were talking to yourself.
I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.
Steven dreamed of you the very second you died (So the poem goes) and you may have visited him But I'm pretty sure you don't believe in poems
Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.
There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.
Like they say, the game is chess, it damn sure ain't checkers. Every move I make is so that I can conquer and destroy.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
Those 'back burner' thoughts, the ones the brain isn't quite sure about yet, may cook the slowest yet they often manage to be the tastiest when they come out.
I remembered Father remarking once that if rudeness was not attributable to ignorance it could be taken as a sure sign that one was speaking to a member of the aristocracy.
Could you possibly be a little more incoherent?" asked Olivenko. "There are bits of this I'm almost understanding, and I'm sure that's not what you have in mind.
Mal," I whispered into the night. "What?" "Thanks for finding me." I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always.
There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it… this place, she decided, was called Smog City.
There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had
Check your environment and be sure that it is supportive. Some environments do not support progress. Hiroshima and Nagasaki are not fertile lands for a farmer’s dream seeds. Change location.
I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us
Umm, how old are you?” Alexis asked, a little hesitant to answer before making sure he wasn’t a minor. “Twenty-one, but age is just a number,” the guy responded.
A mystifying sensation of loneliness shook him. Arthur had been alone before, to be sure, but to be alone while surrounded by people, the one sane man in a mad place - that was loneliness.
Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed...normal.
being together… it will never be right. Thought it sure as hell feels like it could. We’d result to train wrecks. We’d cause whirlwinds. We’d start wildfires.
