I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers.
She studied my face for a long minute. “Are you going to help my mom?” It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren’t that simple, that some questions don’t have simple answers – or any answer at all?
I’ve always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.
Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.
There is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.
Everything was perfectly healthy and normal here in Denial Land.
Every soul is special. They’re all beautiful. They’re all far more significant than anyone on this rock realizes. I think when people are at their best, they’re acting in accordance with their soul. The ones who have gone bad don’t have bad souls. They’ve just given up on keeping in touch with them.
If you go to your death rather than do everything you might to prevent what is happening, you are merely committing suicide and trying to make yourself feel better about it. That is the act of a coward. It is beneath contempt.
Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.
You don’t go walking into the proverbial lion’s den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.
No one is an unjust villain in his own mind. Even – perhaps even especially those who are the worst of us. Some of the cruelest tyrants in history were motivated by noble ideals, or made choices they would call “hard but necessary” for the good of their nation. We’re all the hero of our own story.
The wacky thing about those bad guys is that you can’t count on them to be obvious. They forget to wax their mustaches and goatees, leave their horns at home, send their black hats to the dry cleaner’s. They’re funny like that.
There’s power in the night. There’s terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear...
Even in winter, the cold isn’t always bitter, and not every day is cruel.
There’re things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.
I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.
My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom – and started figuring out how to rip someone’s heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?
Alone. It’s one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.
Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can’t weave together a spell that you don’t beleive in.
I don’t know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.