Hope is a bad survival strategy.
I was going be to flying around like some wacked-out Chinese martial arts movie hero by endgame, which was 200% okay with me.
Hey, what do you think the best way to train Willpower is?” “Willpower? Uhh... ” Suri trailed off. “I dunno. Playing chess?” “That’s more Int, I think.” “Willpower is all about resisting stuff, right?” Suri shrugged. “You probably train it through resisting temptation, defeat, stuff like that.” “Resisting temptation, huh?” I scratched the stubble on my jaw. “Guess I’m starting up No-Nut November.” “Well, yeah.
That, my good sir, appears to be an eyeball.
How wonderful,” I said flatly. The sarge grinned, her eyes glittering. “Every day’s wonderful here with me. Dismissed!
I used to get up and sleep eat when I was alive. One time, I woke up in the kitchen and found myself shoveling gummi bears covered in hot sauce into my face.
And that, right there, was why I wasn’t playing a mage. I’d probably read a Name backwards and summon Cthulhu.
To know a thing you must see it first, and to see you must look with an open mind.
They went on working for the promise of a pension and their “health benefits,” which was ironic in that almost any other job would benefit their health better than any doctor’s pills.
They were oddly equal: perhaps each could teach the other, concerning love, what neither now knew. And they were equal in that both were afraid of what unanswerable and unimaginable riddles might be uncovered in so merciless a light.
I don’t, now, know what I expected of fame, but I suppose it never occurred to me that the light could be just as dangerous, just as killing, as the dark.
You play it safe long enough,” he said, in a different tone, “and you’ll end up trapped in your own dirty body, forever and forever and forever – like me.
You said once, he said, that you wanted to grow. Isn’t that always frightening? Doesn’t it always hurt?
And even suffering was wonderful because it was so complete.
I guess it’s true, what they used to tell me – if you can get through the worst, you’ll see the best.
And I also think, if you would steal from her, then of course you would lie to me, neither of us means anything to you; perhaps, in your eyes, we are simply luckier gangsters in a world which is run by gangsters.
I had written to friends for money, of course, but the Atlantic Ocean is deep and wide and money doesn’t hurry from the other side.
She was responding to him with parts of herself that had been buried so long she had forgotten they existed. In his office that morning, when he shook her hand, she had suddenly felt a warmth of affection, of nostalgia, of gratitude even – and again in the lobby – he had somehow made her feel safe. It was his friendliness that was so unsettling. She had grown used to unfriendly people.
People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. what are they waiting for?
I smiled. ‘Things my father never told me.’ ‘Somebody,’ said Jacques, ‘your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour – and in the oddest places! – for the lack of it.’ And then: ‘Here comes your baby. Sois sage. Sois chic.