The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
No, Mama. The sweetest hallelujah will be when Billie can walk in the front door of any place she pleases, and nobody will tell her she doesn't belong.
Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone. God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength.
You've got to show the world who you are before it tells you. Otherwise you become victim to someone you're not.
You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories....
Only in stillness the wind Only from ice the flame. When all were Nameless, the wise will tell It was only by knowing the other That they came to know themselves.
Carefully analyze the old stories that you choose to perpetually tell, for these are really life-long meditations.
The biggest liar you will ever meet is yourself. It is amazing the lies we tell ourselves because of fear.
There's never any telling what you'll say or do next, except that it's bound to be something astonishing. By God, sir, you are a character.
This is another dream, isn't it?" "Perceive it as you like. I've been trying to tell you things, but you're allowing the dark things-him-to invade your thoughts and feelings.
Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.
So. Tell me. What do you think? Which is better? To take action and perhaps make a fatal mistake - or to take no action and die slowly anyway?
And by the way, if I always tell you the truth, you might start to believe me.
Was he, after all, really a bad man doing a brilliant impersonation of an idiot? It was hard to tell. The connections between stupidity and malice were so tangled and so dense.
My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. “Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare.
...I tell myself it does not matter what one reads--favorite authors, particular themes--as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.
Smartass Disciple: Master, I don’t need a fairytale.I need you to tell me the truth. Master of Stupidity: It is not funny if you just found it. No drama if no lost at first.
The signs of excessive indulgence in this destructive pastime are easily detectable. They are these: A disposition to eat, to drink, to smoke, to meet together convivially, to laugh, to joke, and tell indelicate stories— and mainly, a yearning to p...
Smartass Disciple : Master, why you keep telling about the truth? Nobody hears. Master of Stupidity : O Yea. They hear but don't listen. Anyway, no fun in silent.
Curran looked back at me. "Why is it you always attract creeps?" "You tell me." Ha! Walked right into that one, yes, he did.
