Toda vida es inexplicable. Por muchos hechos que se cuenten, por muchos datos que se muestren, lo esencial se resiste a ser contado.
As long as we avoided the real subject, the spell could not be broken. We both slipped naturally into this kind of banter, and it became all the more powerful because neither of us abandoned the charade. We knew what we were doing, but at the same time we pretended not to.
Expect the unexpected, they say, but once the unexpected happens, the last thing you expect is that it will happen again.
If I can give you the words you need to have, we will have a great victory.
Dread has become fact. Innocence has turned into guilt, and hope is a word that rhymes with despair.
Rather than punch the girl in the face, he abruptly stood up from his seat and walked away.
I’m looking for oblivion, Doctor, not death. The drugs will put me to sleep, and as long as I’m unconscious, I won’t have to think about what I’m doing. I’ll be there, but I won’t be there, and to the degree that I’m not there, I’ll be protected.
I was. Then I wasn’t anymore. Then I was. Then I wasn’t. Now who knows. If the years have taught me anything, kid, it’s that anything can happen.
Only God can see the main road and the back road at the same time – which means that only God can know if you made the right choice or the wrong choice.
My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.
Anything for the truth. No sacrifice is too great.
Put something in the wrong place, and even though it is still there – quite possibly smack under your nose – it can vanish for the rest of time.
Behind all the surface composure, there seemed to be a great darkness: an urge to test himself, to take risks, to haunt the edges of things.
A meal was no more than a fragile defense against the inevitability of the next meal. Food itself could never answer the question of food; it only delayed the moment when the question would have to be asked in earnest.
Asking forgiveness from someone is a complicated affair, a delicate balancing act between stiff-necked pride and tearful remorse, and unless you can truly open up to the other person, every apology sounds hollow and false.
A dream, a wild dream of removing ourselves from the cares and sorrows of this miserable world and creating a world of our own. A long shot, yes, but who’s to say it can’t happen?
One must never own up to a fart in public. That is the unwritten law, the single most stringent protocol of American etiquette. Farts come from no one and nowhere; they are anonymous emanations that belong to the group as a whole, and even when every person in the room can point to the culprit, the only sane course of action is denial.
Silence is not a rewarding response, no matter what it means.
These are treacherous times, and I know how easily perceptions can be twisted by a single word spoken into the wrong ear. Impugn a man’s character, and everything that man does is made to seem underhanded, suspect, fraught with double motives.
More often than not, what stirs the imagination is best kept in the imagination, and Gwyn is aware of that, she is wise enough to know that the distance between thought and deed can be enormous, a gulf as large as the world itself.