Money can’t buy you happiness, darling. Believe me, I’ve tried. But it affords your own brand of misery.
Life doesn't work that way. You live with your choices and learn. You don't cheat the system.
That prick’s still your copyeditor? Yep. He’s such a dick.
I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting her the in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how could I not? Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how preca...
I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how could I not? Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how precario...
What I told you is the truth. Really? You want to keep heading down that path? Because I went to the pub. Pope drummed his fingers on the tabletop. They don’t even have a female bartender on staff, an...
I want her in a way I can’t explain.That I don’t ever want to be able to explain, because the mystery of it is a perfect thing.
In high school, in college, she was encouraged again and again to find her passion-a reason to get out of bed and breathe. In her experience, few people ever found that raison d'etre. What teachers an...
I whisper, Now what? And he says, You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
The greenest grass he’d ever seen—a forest of long, soft blades—ran down to the bank. The water was clear and swift as it flowed between the boulders that jutted out of the channel. Across the river,...
What do you think is happening to you? I’m not entirely sure. But you’re a scientist. You have a theory. I don’t have enough data. What does your gut tell you? I sip the chamomile tea, savoring the hi...
Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them—Christmas and tragedy.
She’s cut off by a burst of fire and a muted report not quite as loud as a naked gunshot.
Nature doesn’t see things through the prism of good or bad. It rewards efficiency.
YESTERDAY IS HISTORY. TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE PRESENT. WORK HARD, BE HAPPY, AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE IN WAYWARD PINES!
It’s also the manifestation of everyone’s existential question: Am I who I was supposed to be? Is this the life I was meant to be living?
If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. —T. S. Eliot, Burnt Norton
Yeah, my attitude’s been, Fuck the Forest Service. I’ve been coming up from Arizona every year to spend time in this canyon, do a little elk hunting on the side. But it’s a real thrill to meet you, La...
If memory is unreliable, if the past and the present can simply change without warning, then fact and truth will cease to exist. How do we live in a world like that?
There is a part of me that never left that room in Fallujah that smelled like rancid blood.
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