They think I’m too old to cause trouble. Old age is a powerful disguise.
Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.
Imaginary friends are like books. We’re created, we’re enjoyed, we’re dog-eared and creased, and then we’re tucked away until we’re needed again.
Different languages, different food, different customs. That’s our neighborhood: wild and tangled and colorful. Like the best kind of garden.
People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.
It is a great gift indeed to love who you are.
Everyone has parents. It’s unavoidable.
Hollows are proof that something bad can become something good with enough time and care and hope” -Red.
Making others feel safe is a fine way to spend your days.
But sometimes things happen that aren’t so good. When they occur, I’ve learned that there’s not much you can do except stand tall and reach deep.
Besides, the more you listen, the more you learn.
Fun fact, Jackson. You can’t see sound waves, but you can hear music.
If you can talk, you can sing. If you can walk, you can dance.
Meantime, I was going to enjoy the magic while I could.
Days have a way of slipping past like raindrops in a river.
She spoke about her family she’d lost. She spoke about her secret hopes and fears and longings. She had love to give, and no one to give it to.
There is beauty in stillness and grace in acceptance.
She is like a newborn sun, fresh with promise, the just beginning moments before the day fills like a bucket with good and bad, sweat and longing.