Carpe Deim, Carpe Noctem.
Always, the eye sees more than the mind can comprehend, and we go through life self-blinded to much that lies before us. We want a simple world, but we live in a magnificently complex one, and rather than open ourselves to it, we perceive the world through filters that make it less daunting.
Although the human heart is selfish and arrogant, so many struggle against their selfishness and learn humility; because of them, as long as there is life, there is hope that beauty lost can be rediscovered, that what has been reviled can be redeemed.
That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we’re old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we’ll lose everyone we love. We’re never the same. But somehow we’re all right. We go on.
A swelled head is just a result of nature’s frenzied efforts to fill a vacuum.
The only thing that survives is love, for it is an energy as enduring as light, which travels outward from its source toward the ever-expanding boundaries.
We have all been brought into the world for some reason, and we must wonder why and hope to learn.
The world is beautiful and glorious. Humanity can be mean, and turn away from what’s good.
Taking in money, banks were like industrial vacuum cleaners. Giving it out, they were clogged faucets.
Hell of a thing to have to experience, hell of a thing to have to see, to be reminded you’re a human being and all it meant to be one.
Each man or woman was a mansion in a condition between grandness and disrepair, and even in a grand palace, sometimes a room existed in which no one but the resident would ever be welcome.
When we love someone, we’re held hostage by fate, because if we lose that person, then we, too, are lost.
Some will accuse me of being judgmental. Thank you. And proud of it. You wreck a kid’s life, I have no pity for you.
Get out of here while you can. She’s crazier than a syphilitic suicide bomber with mad-cow disease.
Dogs know we need to give affection as much as they need to receive it. They were the first therapists; they’ve been in practice for thousands of years.
Virtue is imaginative. Evil, repetitive.
By their subtle reversal of all images, mirrors seemed to be windows to another world in opposistion to this one, a world where everything appeared familiar but was infact profoundly different.
Her husband, Rafael, who’d left her and who’d contributed not one penny to his children’s welfare, was a fool of such dimensions that he should have been required to dress like a jester, complete with silly hat and curled-toe shoes.