And yet, even as I made these plans, there was a small dismayed corner of my heart. Like those stupid cartoons when you’re a kid: little red devil on one shoulder and the little angel in his nightie on the other. My good angel was hiding his eyes.
Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.
This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God’s chillun are made how God made ’em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.
I know you’ve all heard the advice, “Show, don’t tell.” The best writers don’t tell you, and quite frankly they don’t just show you – they make you feel it, live it, taste it, touch it. Storytelling is about being in the moment with the characters.
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.
I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.
I’m not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn’t kill me, its foolproof.
You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.
If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity.
I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.
And I thought maybe I didn’t need to worry about my heart anymore because it had stopped beating a couple of seconds earlier, and I was still sitting there living and breathing-though admittedly I wasn’t feeling much of anything.
I’m a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?
I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you’re not.
He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.
Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.
Anyone who wasn’t half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn’t include me, I didn’t worry about it.
Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I’m very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.
He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she’d been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.
Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
She shrugged another plump shoulder. “I never listened to Porter when he got going.” Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.
When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.