You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.
Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?
If it’s ka it’ll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone.
I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It’s you I’m not entirely sure of.
Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it’s the end either way, because it’s too hard to ever try to say again.
The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn’t good enough, it has to do.
Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can’t be found.
Long days and pleasant nights.
Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life’s a fiction and the world’s a lie, so put on some Creedence and let’s get high.
In polite society, we call our obsessions hobbies.
The dream didn’t fade as dreams usually do upon waking.
I was being paid to do what I loved, and there’s no gig on earth better than that; it’s like a license to steal.
How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
He killed them with their love.
Just go on dancing with me like this forever and I’ll never tire. We’ll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.
Oh, there were all sorts of things to wonder about, but the truth was simple: here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach, and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed.
Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.