My prior experience with young men was to hear them swear ‘Christ almighty in the craphouse!’ at any dress with too many buttons.
I wish I could go visit them and talk in my own language, the English I knew before I grew thorns on my tongue.
I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.
It’s frightening, she thinks, how when the going gets rough you fall back on whatever awful think you grew up with.
In my opinion, mountains don’t move. They only look changed when you look down on them from a greaty height.
I know how people are with their habits of mind... as a husband quits a wife, leaving her with her naked body curled around the emptied-out mine of her womb. I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.
But I’ll tell you a secret. When I want to take God at his word exactly I take a peep out the window at His Creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us every day, without a lot of dubious middle managers.
Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.
Being a peacock is not the only way to hide yourself, Frida. A pigeon can hide. – Lacuna.
Some of us know how we came by our fortune, and some of us don’t, but we wear it all the same. There’s only one question worth asking now: How do we aim to live with it?
Water, in Grace, is an all-or-nothing proposition, like happiness. When you have rain you have more than enough, just as when you’re happy and in love and content with your life, you can’t remember how you ever could have felt cheated by fate.
Even the bells from the churches have a conversation, all ringing at once.
Even the vendors sitting on stools around the periphery work steadily at connection, nodding at potential buyers, like a sewing machine prodding its needle into the cloth.
And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.
I felt emptied-out and singing with echoes, unrecognizable to myself: that particular feeling like your own house on the day you move out.
That would be Axelroot all over, to turn up with an extra wife or two claiming that’s how they do it here. Maybe he’s been in Africa so long he’s forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it’s called Monotony.
I think maybe it is true that the idle mind is the Devil’s workshop.
You learn to read so you can identify the reality in which you live, so that you can become a protagonist history rather than a spectator” Father Fernando Cardenal.
No one seemed to realize calculating sums requires only the most basic machinery and good concentration. Poetry is far more difficult. And palindromes, with their perfect, satisfying taste: Draw a level award! Yet it is always the thin gray grocery sums that make an impression.
We cater to the better class of gentile clientele. We reserve the right to decline service to anyone we deem to be incompatible.