When you follow your thoughts and watch them attach to certain things, it makes certain things real and other things unreal, and you realize that this is all created by your mind.
I know a lot of people who have weird specialties that are not taught in schools; they’re things that you learn in life.
There are plenty of ways you can play the game of fighting and really seem to be fighting without going for the jugular.
I really trust audiences as having excellent taste, for the most part.
I wanted to stay hooked because it was the first time I’ve been part of the tradition where forgetting was just fine. You do it, you try, you forget, you fail.
I’m actually not someone who believes in heaven or anything like that.
I didn’t really understand that Vipassana is a relatively new form of Buddhism that was based on the storage of pain. So the idea is that every time you don’t scream, that’s your Buddhist side.
The right to carry a gun has nothing to do with the rights of other people.
I realized why movie scores are mostly strings, because it really frees your eyes to look around.
Dogs don’t just like us, they love us, and they admire us. The big reason they admire us is we invented cars. They’re like, “Yes, we get to go somewhere!” Go somewhere faster, with their head out the window, and their ears, like, “Yes! Yes!”
It’s a little hard to speak when you’re not supposed to move.
I know my head isn’t screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.
My parents didn’t raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed out on Sunday School. It has to be a miracle. There is no other explanation. How else could they sleep with the football team on Saturday night and be reincarnated as virginal goddesses on Monday?
We should teach our girls that snapping is ok, instead of waiting for someone else to break them.
My earbuds were in, but I wasn’t playing music. I needed to hear the world but didn’t want the world to know I was listening.
It had been a good day, all things considered. I had managed rather well on my own. I opened Grandfather’s Bible. This is what it would be like when I had my own shop, or when I traveled abroad. I would always read before sleeping. One day, I’d be so rich I would have a library full of novel to choose from. But I would always end the evening with a Bible passage.
I just want to sleep. The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. It won’t. I’ll need brain surgery to cut it out of my head.
Shame, turned inside out, is rage.
I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.
Love messes you up and makes you do strange things.