Fear and love were indivisible. If you allowed yourself to care, to love, you made yourself vulnerable, and vulnerability led to fear.
It was mind that mattered, mind that cared, mind that loved, the best works of the mind that changed this hard world for the better.
California had thoughtfully issued to me a laminated driver’s license stiff enough to loid the lock.
This man on sixteen people’s directories was named Alexander Gordius. To anyone lacking Woody’s unique mind, the name would have looked like just another in a long list. But, to him, it seemed unlikely that someone would be named for both the creator of the Gordian knot and the man who solved it with a sword. To him it looked like a potential false identity.
Watching television news of freeway wrecks, apartment-building fires, and heinous murders, one sat numb and unaffected. Music that had once stirred the heart, art that had once touched the soul, now had no effect. Some people overcame this loss of sensitivity in a year or two, others in five years or ten, but others – never. The.
Orange County, featured none but Mediterranean architecture; indeed, the Mediterranean style prevailed to such an extent that it sometimes seemed restfully consistent but at other times was boring, suffocating, as if the chief executive officer of Taco Bell had somehow become an all-powerful dictator and had decreed that everyone must live not in houses but in Mexican restaurants.
The guy was lying on his back, mostly in shadow, with only the lower half of his body revealed in the dirty-red light, and at first Ken and Teel didn’t realize what a horror they’d stumbled across. But when he knelt beside the corpse, Ken was shocked to see that the man’s gut had been.
Henry Ward Beecher once said, “The dog was created especially for children. He is the god of frolic.
Who is more foolish – the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light? – MAURICE FREEHILL.
Every day he gave thanks for his legs, and proved his gratitude by using them.
Better than a peanut butter and onion sandwich?
I guess with artificial intelligence, just like with natural intelligence, there can be a way-creepy side.
That Thursday afternoon, August 26, Vince Nasco drove to Johnny The Wire Santini’s place in San Clemente to pick up the past week’s report, which was when he learned of the murder of Ted Hockney in Santa Barbara the previous evening. The condition of the corpse, especially the missing eyes, linked it to The Outsider. Johnny had also ascertained that the NSA had quietly assumed jurisdiction in the case, which convinced Vince it was related to the Banodyne fugitives.
He is enchanted by the power of the law and by the infinite ways that the system can be manipulated to achieve any desired end.
Few criminals were as cunning, clever, bold, or difficult to catch as a maniac with a mission.
Because knowing the names of things is a way to pay respect to the beauty of the world, I know the names of many trees; but I did not know the name of this one and could not recall having seen one like it before.
Lots of people are unable to see all kinds of truths right in front of their eyes. You can’t worry about them for a minute. They’re hopeless.
He drops the pistol into the right-hand pocket of his raincoat. He is not expecting trouble. Nevertheless, he goes nowhere unarmed. One can never be too careful. Besides, opportunities often arise unexpectedly. In.
Shivering pleasantly, Vince plucked the car keys off the floor where the dead man had dropped them, went into the garage, and opened the Cadillac’s trunk, being careful not to touch any surface on which he might leave a clear fingerprint. The trunk was empty. Good. He carried Weatherby’s corpse out of the laundry room, put it in the trunk, closed and locked the lid.
That and loneliness.