This was the first of the sorrows of Turin.
A hand held tightly, never to really let go Fills up life around you, for the comforts within our soul
Actually it was the mark of the stupid, which is what you get for sitting under a tree during a thunderstorm.
Fear was the worst evil ever to plague a man, for with it came hesitation and with that, inaction, failure, death.
Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is
You just, barged in and flipped my entire world upside down,” he says, voice heated. “I didn’t know what to do.
The point is not how we use a tool, but how it uses us.
It is a neglected but essential fact that we cannot appreciate the relationship between religion and violence unless we grasp the nature and meaning of the two partners in this relationship. Yet our understandings both of religion and of violence are...
Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.
There are days I long to disappear in the wild, go back to the predator life I was meant to have. Kill the prey or be killed: it’s in my genes. A chimera, that's what I am. And this is my story.
To me, writing is like learning to ride a bike. At first you have your training wheels on but before you know it, you have graduated to a ten speed!!
I have no hankerin’ for thrills if needs be sought in the heavens. I shall keep my feet firmly planted in contentment.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.
It is easy to be wise after the event.
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You've taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.
The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here.
There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.
Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.
Because supposedly those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.
It's okay if there isn't a God anymore, but I still want to respect something. I don't want to be the center of my own universe,
