I’m coming for you. I’m coming home, I’m coming to clean.
He thought of men like Hitler, Stalin, and Napoleon. All it took was a lot of seemingly decent people to put the wrong person in power and then fall under their spell.
Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.
When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.
My only wish is that we leave room for hope. There is good and bad in all things. We find what we expect to find. We see what we expect to see. I have learned that if I tilt my head just right and squint, the world outside is beautiful. The future is bright. There are good things to come.
I use social media not to ask new people to like my stuff. I use social media to connect with that one reader who likes my stuff.
There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.
You laughed either to keep yourself sane or because you’d given up on staying that way. Either way, you laughed.
I know it is fiction to imagine, but what would happen if we stood on the rubble of attacks against us, whether literal or figurative, physical or emotional, personal or political, and we chose to forgive rather than escalate? What does that world look like? Maybe we’ll never know. But I like to pretend.
After a while, you’re staying mad just to justify an old mistake. Then it’s just a game. Two people staring away, refusing to look back over their shoulders, afraid to be the first one to take that chance.
It’s because fear sells. It’s because war is sport. And it’s also very good business.
Our tears are trying to serve a purpose, but we rarely let them. I don’t know how we got started with subverting that purpose.
I’m here because they haven’t made a computer yet that won’t do something stupid one time out of a hundred trillion. Seems like good odds, but when computers are doing trillions of things a day, that means a whole lot of stupid.
I call this the Relativistic Weekend Effect. We live in the present, but our happiness relies heavily on the future. Our mood is as much expectation as experience.
No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it’s us discovering it than someone else, right?
This is what happens when they give you medals for breaking the rules: you forget the rules apply to you.
A soul can’t be pinned and made to heal. It has to be talked into stillness and quietude. It has to want it.
Liars and dead men – two parties unskilled at dispensing the truth.
Was this how it began? One silly woman with fire in her blood stirring the hearts of a legion of fools?
Strange the lengths I’ll go to in order to keep people away from me, considering how lonely I feel most of the time. I guess that’s the strange torment I suffer: dying for company, for someone to talk to, but it’s never the right someone who shows. And an unwelcome presence is far worse than miserable silence.