CHAPTER 36 “Our brightest blazes are often kindled by unexpected sparks.” – Isaiah.
Never wrestle with a pig, Lindsay. You both get dirty. The pig likes it.
The Kennedy Curse is an idea that endures.
Blow up demonic Erasers.
Make firebombs – for our protection only.
You don’t share those thoughts because you’re afraid your extremes will define you, that people will let those little nuggets overpower everything else they know about you, that finely honed image you’ve constructed. So you hide. You put on a mask. But don’t you see? Nobody can really know you unless they know your extremes. If all they know is the gooey, creamy center and not the ragged edges, the outer reaches of your personality, then they have an incomplete picture, a series of snapshots.
We kissed and pressed against each other and it seemed as if we were merging, getting closer and closer. I loved the touch of her mouth against mine, the feel of her body, the way we fit. We were both strong, and yet we could be gentle together. I passionately believe in soul mates. I guess I always have. The best thing I had ever done in my life was to be in love. I missed it and was finally ready to love again.
You have to stand for something, otherwise you’ll spend your whole life on your butt.” – Isaiah.
If there’s a God, he knows I’m doing the best I can.
Good people are the same everywhere. They help each other.
Our goal is to find the Institute.” “How are we gonna do that?” Angel asked. “I have a plan,” I said firmly. God, I was really going to have to get all this lying under control.
A half-dozen or so FBI techies and LAPD homicide detectives were still on the scene. The latest Pearl Jam played from somebody’s radio. The lead singer seemed to be in terrible pain.
The Chinese had a saying that had been in her mind for a while, troubling her: Society prepares the crime; the criminal only commits it.
If we are to help save the human race, we must first recognize the humanity in all, no matter their station in life.
Even the smallest among us have the potential to add a gigantic amount of energy to this world. And if you don’t believe that, first thing tomorrow morning, just look in the mirror.
But once you’ve learned the nasty, street-fighting, no-holds-barred art of Max Kwon Do, you never really forget.
I liked a radical, no matter who he worked for. Radicals tended to make life more interesting.
It was a crazy theory. But when Angels are involved, crazy is almost normal.
Lawyer’s credo: Anyone can sue anyone for anything.
I still had hope. That was the key to a happy life.
Try not to become a person of success but rather try to become a person of value.