I could have. But there’s lots of things I could have done. Could-do only matters if it’s also want-to-do.
In those days, cigarette companies could still advertise on television, but lawyers couldn’t; some changes are for the better, and others are not.
In even a clear heart, some righteous acts of the harder kind can stir up a sediment of guilt, but that is not a bad thing. If allowed to be, the heart is self-policing, and a reasonable measure of guilt guards against corruption.
If you think about it, you were born into a world populated by the dead, because every one of them will die one day.
Any assemblage of frenetic images, bad music, and incoherent plot is called a major motion picture.
They come to me, and I receive them as the meat they are.
She watched a serrated formation of brown pelicans slice the sky and leave no scar.
The best weapons against evil were hope, optimism, determination, and faith.
I knew what love felt like, for I had loved Father and, less powerfully.
Beyond the slumpstone wall lay a backyard, a swimming pool. Dappled with morning light and tree shadows, the water glimmered in shades of blue from sapphire to turquoise, as might a trove of jewels left by long-dead pirates who had sailed a sea since vanished.
She has these dark eyes as deep as galaxies. It’s easy to get lost in them.
And bring her around to bear witness to my beautiful exploded cow and the villainy it represents.
Intensity. He believes in living with intensity.
Prayers did receive replies, but you had to listen closely and believe in the answers... God doesn’t shout, He wispers, and in the wispers is the way.
Narcissists are everywhere in this ripe age of self-love, which amazes me because so much in life would seem to foster humility.
Men and women who seek to become gods must first lose their humanity.
Quick now, here, now, always, as if we are in a condition of complete simplicity...
Embrace the weather, child, and you’ll understand the balance of the world.
Even as I regarded those two men, I became aware of the flying beams of the spotlights, to the north-east, painting ephemeral infinity symbols across the pregnant clouds that increasingly commanded the sky, of the distant roller-coaster chain clacking through the ratchet angles of the guideway as cars full of riders climbed an incline toward the next long drop, of the dusty smell of the campground, and of the scent of rain pending.
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young. – Edgar Allan Poe, “Lenore.