Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.
I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.
I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. That’s the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.
Question: When you’re one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It’s how you choose to answer that question that defines you.
Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can’t go on like this, can’t keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons.
Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.
He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.
There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I’d rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.
The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.
If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.
You’re Mac, and I’m Jericho. And nothing else matters.
Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.
Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.
Who would ever understand me?
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
Silence isn’t golden, it’s deadly. It’s a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end – Mac.
The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.