You once told me that we’re here to eat all the good Mexican food we can,” I reminded him, “and when we’ve had our fill, it’s time to move on.
Maybe it’s not a gift. Maybe it’s a curse.” “It’s a gift.” Tapping my head, I said, “I’ve still got the box it came in.
Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be.
They spent billions on the problem, with no effect other than to greatly enrich their friends and create more homeless people.
That I had come full circle shouldn’t have surprised me, for we are born into time only to be born out of it, after living through the cycles of the seasons, under stars that turn because the world turns, born into ignorance and acquiring knowledge that ultimately reveals to us our enduring ignorance: The circle is the essential pattern of our existence.
All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers, is contained in the dog. – Franz Kafka.
Life is so fragile and uncertain that every daybreak is a miracle, almost a triumph. That first blush in the sky is all the hope of the world distilled into light. I watch the dark fade, and say to myself, “Okay, I’m still here,” and the more sunrises I see, the more I feel as if I’ll live to see another twenty thousand.
Flying across the faces of the buildings, the shadows resemble dragons, as if Texas has gone Tolkien.
There’s the past, which we might wish desperately that we can change, and there’s now. If we don’t seize the now with all our might, it becomes just another part of the past that we end up wishing we could change.
In a world of rampant lying, where so many lies are used to inflame passions and justify false grievances, the indiscriminate pursuit of justice leads sooner or later to insanity, mass murder, and the ruin of entire civilizations. Therefore, those who wish to punish the current and future generations for the unequities of a generation long gone, and who equate justice with revenge, are the most dangerous people in the world.
But even if it did, bad things happen to all of us, and that doesn’t mean we can hurt others just because we ourselves have been hurt. Are you with me so far?
But that is the way of the world: sadness and delight, anger and forbearance, hatred and love – all woven together in every inch of the tapestry.
Before she risked getting a dog, she also had to find out how she would deal with the loss of Snowball when he died. If losing a mouse wrecked her, then a dog’s death would absolutely destroy her, no doubt about it, none at all.
Fear is essential to force societal change. Citizens subjected to unrelenting terror are more likely to surrender their selfish freedoms in the interest of a better world for all.
He’s a hollow man, he believes in nothing. Hollow men are vulnerable to anyone who offers them something that might fill the void and make them feel less empty.
All I want is a home, books, and the peace to read them.
You play everything so close to your vest, it’s like your entire life is one long poker hand.
In a world sick with envy that leads to coveting that leads to greed that too often results in violence, it wouldn’t seem that something as small as excellent muffins could lift a man’s spirits, even during talk of murder. But that is the way of the world: sadness and delight, anger and forbearance, hatred and love – all woven together in every inch of the tapestry.
By now, he should not be the least surprised by the capacity of evil people to deceive their credulous friends and neighbors – or by the unconscious preference of so many people to be deceived.
Only catastrophe can bring about radical change for the better.