Always questioning your motivations is a healthy thing, but fearing your capacity for doing the wrong thing so that you retreat from many aspects of life is a terrible error in itself.
Sometimes truth was elusive...
Death was everywhere, he was legion, and you couldn’t escape his attention, but in some places he manifested in greater numbers than in others.
In time, however, I came to understand that one can adore and desire that which is forever beyond reach. This might, in fact, be the hardest truth of human existence.
I am getting the chaos I wanted. The problem is, you can switch the chaos on, but chaos itself is in control of the off switch.
Its immeasurably easier to live in a world that’s all surfaces, that means nothing and demands nothing of you.
If there’s nothing to learn because we know it all, what’s the challenge? Why would the effort matter? What would be the point? – Odd Thomas.
The depth of your wardrobe dazzles the mind. Ralph Lauren weeps.
To you of great faith, I am the product of your wisdom and the guarantor of your immortality.
I’d rather live the now than talk about the was.
But insanity is everywhere these days, and celebrated. Insanity is rapidly becoming the new normal.
I was learning how people were with one another, how they acted and reacted and interacted, what they said and how they said it, what they wanted, what they hoped for – more than I could learn from books alone.
I’ve seen things that I don’t understand but that nonetheless delight me.
But in a nation that had nearly spent its way into bankruptcy, sturdy locks and a perimeter alarm were the preferred form of security, because they didn’t require salaries, health care, and pensions.
He had to lie to himself about life, pretend it was less hard than it really was, and then press forward by one slippery means or another, all the while deluding himself into believing that he was conquering the world.
A grace is a thing you get from God, you use it to make a better world, or not use it, you have to choose.
Rupert Clockenwall seemed to have been too bland a soul to come back from the grave on a haunt.
This side of Eden, whether we realize it or not, we feel the stain on our souls, and at every opportunity, we try to scrub it away with steel-wool guilt.
My name is Malcolm Pomerantz, and I’m an axe man, though not like those guys on that reality-TV show about loggers.
Even in chaos, there is order, purpose, and strange meaning that invites – but often thwarts – our investigation and our understanding.