What she’s learned is what she always learns. Plato was right. We’re all of us immortal. We couldn’t die if we wanted to. Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.
Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. Suffering takes us out of our rational self-control and lets the divine channel through us.
All these mystics, throughout history, all over the world, they all found their way to enlightenment by physical suffering.
Still, the better she could draw, the worse her life got – until nothing in her real world was good enough. It got until she didn’t belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. Not the boys in high school. Not the other girls. Nothing was real as her imagined world.
She’s seen it, pictured it, dreamed of it. She’s wanted it so bad.
The paradox: is God a racist, sexist, homophobic, anti-Semetic? Or is God testing to see if I am?
We dance past states of saints in somebody else’s religion. To m they’re just rock shaped into glorified nobodies.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
In the sky overhead, it’s the same sun watching us make the same mistakes over and over. It’s the same blue sky...
Tyler never knew his father.
Home was a condominium on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise, a sort of filing cabinet for widows and young professionals.
This is the world we live in. Conditions change and we mutate.
All her life, she never saw a dead person. There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
Slang is the writer’s palette of colors.
Las Vegas looks the way you’d imagine heaven must look at night.
Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.
Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.
Control the things you can control. As for the rest – God bless it all.