The dinosaurs never discovered what caused their extinction, either.
They almost killed me.” “I guess they didn’t.
They say you can’t remember pain – the fact of it, yes, but the truth of it, the physical texture of agony? Gone and forgotten. Which makes it easy to forget that pain hurts, that the wounded life isn’t always worth living.
It is only when we have the courage to face things exactly as they are, without any self-deception or illusion, that a light will develop out of events, by which the path to success may be recognized.
The city has millions of stories that I don’t know. Never did and never will.
The lone attendant wasn’t paying any attention to the register; he just stood, mouth half open, holding the remote like maybe if he could change the channel he could change the future. The Moon was gone.
Enjoy the moment. We don’t have forever.
You don’t need to cure the lepers to be a faith healer. We’re all of us in my business doing the same work, because what is faith but another story that you tell yourself to feel better?
You are so ridiculous,” said the lion. “Thinking that your thinking is worth thinking about.
Will the last person on the planet please turn off the lights?
We believe we know a great lot, with our instruments and things, but I was old enough then to believe we don’t know half as much as we think we do, and old enough now to believe we never will. Holmes.
The lesson you receive from The Chronicles of Narnia is that reality is not where it’s at, my friend, so get out by any point of egress you can find and get into somewhere better.
Screw the end of the world. The world doesn’t end. Humans aren’t the kind of things that have endings.
We all have days when the world seems too much to bear, and all we want to do is lock ourselves in our room and not come out. It’s an illusion, this idea that a foot of wood and plaster can seal us off from the troubles that beset us, but it’s a comforting illusion, and it resonates.
The comic on the top of the stack catches my eye. Is this the end for Commander Justice? I wish, but of course it isn’t. I flip through the first few pages before tossing the candy-colored propaganda aside. “You really shouldn’t read this crap,” I tell Carl when he finally comes back into the room. “It can’t be doing anything for your confidence.” “I need to keep up with his latest crime-fighting techniques.” “No, you don’t. You need to shoot him in the face.
I remember thinking how easy it was to forget that we live day to day under a shadow. A car accident. A crazy guy with a gun. A brain tumor. You never know. Enjoy the moment.
I see you walking around tunnels With the man I love and I’m like Haiku.
Yes, by your standards I’m an old geezer. When I joined up, we downloaded sprogs on 28.8 baud modems. My 8086 barely had enough processing power to cast even the most simple cantrips. Also, I walked to school uphill both ways without an energy boost sprog. Oh, and our music was better than the crap you kids listen to.
It’s harder than you think for a being of pure scientific evil to hold regular office hours.
Oh, and the uniform. I’ve laid out some stuff for you to wear, and probably you’ll think it’s going too far, but, you know, if you’re into it, it’s traditional where they come from. I know it’s a little skimpy, but we’ll be altering the weather on this planet soon. I do have two-sided tape someplace. And the headpiece is adjustable. Totally one hundred percent optional.