What irritates me most of all about these morning people is their horribly good temper, as if they have been up for three hours and already conquered France.
Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving.
But with superior morale, with an unwavering, fanatical spirit, everything is possible!
Songs seem to live in the soul even when everything else leaves
Where you been, girl?” Harvey answered. “I’ve been sendin’ you twits for the last hour.
Na, mein Führer, wie war die Nacht?
Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we flow with time (like a twig floating on the surface of the water).
I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.
Sometimes, there aren't any good choices. Sometimes, making the right one is hard... It's funny, but when you think about it, we're all broken. That's what life does. It knocks you down and breaks you and you either get back up again, or you don't. Y...
It’s hard being in the body of someone you don’t like, because you still have to respect it.
Bad things happen to good people all the time. It sucks. It's not fair but then much of life isn't fair. It's how you live that matters. It's how you deal with the bumps in the road.
One of the protestor's sign catches my eye. HOMISEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL'S WORK, it says. And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do any...
The past and the future are complicated. It's the present that's simple.
Citizens are starting not to excuse political candidates who have web sites that do nothing but throw virtual confetti.
We have defied the day as it was set out for us.
Violent revolution fails because it is not revolutionary enough. It changes the rulers but not the rules, the ends but not the means. Most of the old androcratic values and delusional assumptions remain intact.
Man with his new powers became rich like Midas but all that he touched had gone dead and cold.
Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.
How are you?" "Perfectly fine," he said. "Are your ribs broken?" "Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully." "Did this settle anything?" "It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?" "I saw.
Rumors said that if he got drunk enough, he sometimes got his jollies by stripping naked and scaring hikers out in the Broken into thinking he was Bigfoot.
It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities." She stared. "What sort of private activities?" This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. "Disrobe, and I'll be happy to demonstrate.
