Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.
I felt my face stretch in a victorious smile. The potion had worked. I was inside. I had to suppress an urge to break into a soft shoe routine. Sometimes being able to use magic was so cool.
A pure heart and mind only takes you so far – sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.
I’m pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn’t the usual way to go about saying you’re sorry. But I didn’t read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.
No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can’t slack off either, or they’ll outwork us.
I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.
The human mind isn’t a terribly logical or consistent place. Most people, given the choice to face a hideous or terrifying truth or to conveniently avoid it, choose the convenience and peace of normality. That doesn’t make them strong or weak people, or good or bad people. It just makes them people.
The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while.
In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!
The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.
Yeah, but I forgot to take my George Orwell-shaped multivitamins along with my breakfast bowl of Big Brother Os this morning.
I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers.
Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.
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.
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.