Sometimes in life you’re going to win and sometimes you’re going to lose. But just because you lose doesn’t mean the other guy needs to win.
You see tools and parts and my arm shoved inside a small spacecraft, and you really have to ask what I’m doing?
I looked at Fowler, who had had a bullet applied directly to her forehead.
Fear enters the room and sits down in a chair and with a polite smile asks to open negotiations.
My Schadenfreude phaser is set to “Meh”.
After everything, what it all means is that if one day we slip in the bathroom and crack our head on the toilet, our last thoughts can be a satisfied, ‘Well, I and only I did this to myself.
Enzo showed a flair for words early and wrote his first story when he was seven, entitled “The horrible sock that smelled bad and ate Pomona Falls except for my house,” in which a large sock, mutated by its own horrible unwashed smell, started eating its way through the contents of an entire town and was thwarted only when the heroes Enzo and Magdy first punched it into submission and then threw it into a swimming pool filled with laundry soap.
But then he tripped and one of the land worms ate his face and he died anyway.
Who are you and what medications aren’t you taking?
I opened the door for him; he took off like a furry heat-seeking slobber missile.
It was breathtaking the situations that humans put themselves into, and still managed to thrive.
It’s because I remind them they’re not God,” I said. “And that if there is one, I’m closer to Him than they are.
And as luck would have it, a position opened up here.” “It wasn’t luck,” Mbeke said. “It was a Longranian Ice Shark,” Cassaway said.
They didn’t mean any harm in it. But of course not meaning harm isn’t the same as not doing harm.
I have drinks,” Hanson said, coming up behind Duvall. “Why, Jimmy,” Duvall said. “That makes you my new favorite person.
When you control communication, you can hide anything you want.
Because this is what I learned about myself that first day: My body is my body. I don’t want anyone else in it. I don’t want someone else controlling it, or trying to. It’s my own little space in the world and the only space I have. And to have someone else in it, doing anything to it, sends me into a panic.
So many people go through life without love. Wanting love. Hoping for love. Hungering for more of it than they have. Missing love when it was gone.
She thought it was pretty much the only way to be in a universe that didn’t care about anyone’s life one way or another, and in a civilization that was designed to keep the rich as rich as possible and the poor from actively starving so they wouldn’t think to rise up and behead the rich.
For all that, the higher Kiva ascended the steps of power, the more she realized that her policy of selfishness had, shall we say, certain limits. Perhaps.