She was incredibly beautiful, with a face like Mom’s, which seemed like it was smiling even when she wasn’t smiling, and huge boobs.
In familia mea, tata este campion mondial la inchis discutii.
Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.
I looked for her all day but didn’t see her, not in the yard, not through a window, I promised myself I would stay until I found her, but as night began to come in, I knew I had to go home, I hated myself for going, why couldn’t I be the kind of person who stays?
In adancul inimii lor, tinerii sunt mai singuri decat batranii”. Am citit asta undeva, intr-o carte si mi-a ramas in cap. Poate ca e adevarat. Poate ca nu. Mai curand, tinerii si batranii sunt singuri in feluri diferite, fiecare in felul sau...
I’m sure people tell you this constantly, but if you looked up ‘incredibly beautiful’ in the dictionary, there would be a picture of you.” She cracked up a bit and said, “People never tell me that.” “I bet they do.” She cracked up a bit more. “They don’t.” “Then you hang out with the wrong people.” “You might be right about that.” “Because you’re incredibly beautiful.
De ce facem asa? De ce lucrurile dureroase sunt intotdeauna niste electromagneti?
It was the last, which made it the most precious.
The ground is still filled iwth rings, and money, and pictures, and Jewish things. I was only able to find a few of them, but they fill the earth.” The hero did not ask me once what she was saying. I am not certain if he knew what she was saying, or if he knew not to inquire.
Everything is possible again.” It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance.
I’ve lived long enough to know I’m not one-hundred-percent anything!
Trebuie sa marturisesc ca am capatat depresie atunci si inca mai am.
Different people will draw the line in different places with regard to farms like Paul’s and Frank’s. People I respect draw it differently. But for me, for now – for my family now – my concerns about the reality of what meat is and has become are enough to make me give it up altogether.
What do you think is going on?′ ‘I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ ‘My insides don’t match up with my out-sides.’ ‘Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m only me.’ ‘Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside.’ ‘But it’s worse for me.’ ‘I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him.’ ‘Probably. But it really is worse for me.
Sure, you could say that people should just eat less meat, but I’ve got news for you: people don’t want to eat less meat. You can be like PETA and pretend that the world is going to wake up tomorrow and realize that they love animals and don’t want to eat them anymore, but history has shown that people are perfectly capable of loving animals and eating them. It’s childish, and I would even say immoral, to fantasize about a vegetarian world when we’re having such a hard time making this one work.
I parenti sono le persone con cui mai bisogna avere vergogna. Sbagli, I parenti sono le persone che ti fanno sentire la vergogna quando te lo meriti.
Am stat cuibariti cateva momente, apoi ne-am intins amandoi pe spate si iarba era ca un pat. Pentru ca era asa de intuneric, puteam vedea multe dintre stele. Era ca si cand ne-am fi aflat sub o umbrela mare sau sub o rochie. Am vorbit multe minute despre multe lucruri, dar de fapt eu nu-l ascultam si nici el nu ma asculta, si eu nu ma ascultam pe mine, iar el nu se asculta pe sine. Ne aflam pe iarba, sub stele si asta este ceea ce faceam.
Cartile sunt pentru aceia care nu au vieti adevarate.
Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
Let’s describe the reality: that piece of meat came from an animal who, at best – and it’s precious few who get away with only this – was burned, mutilated, and killed for the sake of a few minutes of human pleasure. Does the pleasure justify the means?