Most people who claim to be psychic are delusional.
Mick the Mick tried to concentrate on reading the page, but his gaze kept flicking up to the trees. The prehistoric landscape lapsed into deadly silence. Then, like some giant monster coming out of th...
It’s one thing to be lost in a world that’s not your own. Another thing entirely to know you’ve been replaced in yours. That a better version of you has stepped into your life.
It occurs to me that if I do survive, I'll carry a new revelation with me for the rest of my days: we leave this life the way we enter it–totally alone, bereft.
I don’t have close friends. There are acquaintances, a brother I talk to on the phone once a year on Christmas morning. Occasional dates, but no real love life. My work’s been my life and love.
Everything that can happen will happen. Everything.
Are we standing in a physical location? I think it’s a manifestation of the mind as it attempts to visually explain something our brains haven’t evolved to comprehend.
All your life you’re told you’re unique. An individual. That no one on the planet is just like you. It’s humanity’s anthem.
Sitting position, tucking his head between his knees. Sensed the instability of the world long before he opened his eyes, like its axis had been cut loose to teeter. His first deep breath felt like so...
Pounds his gloved fist against the door, counts to sixty. The latch string hasn’t been pulled in, and despite the circumstance,
Bottoms with snowflakes on them. I know, it’s awful. HW: Misconceptions about people who graduated from UNC? BC: That if by
You want to raffle me off? Like a fucking fruit basket?
You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. —C.S. Lewis
What am I missing, Abby?
We leave this life the same way we enter it-totally alone, bereft.
They were just two people sharing a table, trying to limp through the awkwardness.
They say all art—whether books, music, or visual—is a reaction to other art, and I believe that to be true.
There is no decent place to stand in a massacre. Leonard Cohen
The most dangerous adversary you’ll ever face is an opponent who’s skilled with a knife. Avoid these confrontations at all costs.
That’s what it is to be human—the beauty and the pain, each meaningless without the other.