Suddenly Saffron had a picture in her mind of Sarah waiting at the bottom of the wall, and she was angry with herself. Something changed in Saffron at that moment. She knew all about feeling left out.... That was why she wanted her angel so badly; pr...
I laughed it off but I close the bedroom door and I lose it and I stick it all down here and this is where it all stays. And this is where it has to stay because I am not ending up in the nutter ward again with brown walls, jigsaws, and people crying...
A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. The enormous stone wall to the right o...
Everything feels like a badly designed computer game in which you fall into a pit that doesn't kill you but from which there's absolutely no escape. For a while you kick against the walls, but the walls get higher no matter how hard and fast you pres...
Think of it this way: if you wandered into a cave and saw scratched into the wall some markings which on closer inspection read "Gary woz ere", how would you think that they got there? Would you guess that a river had run through and eroded the wall ...
After the monkeys came down from the trees and learned to hurl sharp objects, they had had to move into caves for protection--not only from the big predatory cats but, as they began to lose their monkey fur, from the elements. Eventually, they starte...
So it is with the places preparing to teach us. It's only when the heart begins to beat wildly and without pattern—when it begins to realize its boundlessness—that its newly adamant pulse bangs on the walls of its cage and is bruised by its enclo...
I will admit that I wanted to shout for standing on the top of a scaffold in front of a good new wall always goes to my head. It is a sensation something between that of an angel let out of his cage into a new sky and a drunkard turned loose in a roy...
I noticed some scratch marks and faded blood stains high up on a wall. “What happened there?” “An inmate must have tried to escape. I saw a guy use two suction devices like the ones used to carry glass sheets to help lever himself up. He reache...
[Batty has grabbed Deckard's gun hand and pulled it, along with the gun, through a hole in the wall] Batty: Proud of yourself, little man? [Batty takes the gun out of Deckard's hand] Batty: This is for Zhora! [Batty breaks one of Deckard's fingers] B...
Regret, Joss. Regret does awful things to a person.
The love of minds should last beyond lives.
Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb?
No writer has an imaginative power richer than what the streets offer.
Tolerance is a one-way street in the Age of Obama. 'Choice' is in the eye (and iron fist) of the First Amendment usurper.
I don't have this obsessive need to do street art all the time because it's already opened doors for me.
You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.
Nobody can be bad at everything. There’s no such thing as a perfect screwup.
There's trouble in every house, and some in the street.--Irish Proverb
The best thing you can say about Hubbard Street is that if you were a dancer, this is a company you'd fight to get into.
We then journeyed on to London Street, down which the tidal ditch continues its course.
