Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up.
Later, going home, I realized they didn’t look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It’s strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.
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.