A good game, like Ichigo, was hard, but fair. The “unfair game” was life itself.
As Sam often said to Sadie, “Why make anything if you don’t believe it could be great?
When you have children, you’ll never be able to worry about a friend as much again,” Dov said. “I’m tired,” Sadie said. “I should go.” Sadie hung up the phone. She pulled Sam’s blanket over her head, and then she went to sleep.
What’s Torschlusspanik?” Sam said. “It means ‘gate-shut panic,’” Simon said. “It’s the fear that time is running out and that you’re going to miss an opportunity. Literally, the gate is closing, and you’ll never get in.
I have a pain that exists only in my head,” she said, once some of her vitality had been restored. “I have had it my whole life. But when I feel that pain, I am incapacitated by it, and I am certain that I can’t go on.
He had begun to suspect that while he had an obvious aptitude for math, he was not particularly inspired by it.
Maniac Mansion,” Sadie said. “That’s it. Of course, it’s Maniac Mansion. God, we loved that game. I was thinking, we should make something set in a mansion sometime.” “And each room is a time-travel portal.” “Maybe all the people from all the different periods who ever lived there are there.” “And they’re not happy about it,” Sadie said.
It’s more than romantic. It’s better than romance. It’s friendship.” Sam laughed. “Who cares about romance anyway?
The idea of Solution was that if you asked questions and didn’t keep mindlessly building widgets, your score would be lower, but you would find out you were working in a factory that supplied machine parts to the Third Reich. Once you had this information, you could potentially slow your output. You could make the bare number of parts required not to be detected by the Reich, or you could stop producing parts entirely.
Adults always thought they could fix children’s problems.
At a certain age – in Sadie’s case, thirty-four – there comes a time when life largely consists of having meals with old friends who are passing through town.
But for Marx, the world was like a breakfast at a five-star hotel in an Asian country – the abundance of it was almost overwhelming. Who wouldn’t want a pineapple smoothie, a roast pork bun, an omelet, pickled vegetables, sushi, and a green-tea-flavored croissant? They were all there for the taking and delicious, in their own way.
No, this is a great game. That’s Cobainus. The eleven stars of Cobainus form a fuzzy grandma sweater,” Marx said.
Marx was a prodigious reader, and he felt like Sadie might be the kind of book that one could read many times, and always come away with something new.
He had said it would be trouble if she came to his apartment, and still she had gone. If someone tells you there will be trouble, believe them.
Ah, but Sadie Green was a gamer! In a game, if a sign warns you not to open a certain door, you will definitely open that door. If it doesn’t work out, you can always go back to the save point and start again.
The game character, like the self, is contextual.
But honestly, it’s best not to think of the mechanics of flight while you’re doing it.
That love is all there is; is all we know of love. It is enough; the freight should be proportioned to the groove.
Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty.