Non stava cercando la perfezione, solo qualcuno che lo facesse sentire abbastanza sicuro da mostrarsi insicuro accanto a lei.
Ma la smetteva o no di fare il difficile? «Senti, Darwin, stanotte i dinosauri non scopano di sicuro, Scegli con chi stare».
Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk
Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This
It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.
It turns out that one can perpetrate all manner of heinous villainy under a cloak of courtesy and good cheer. . .a man will forfeit all sensible self-interest if he finds you affable enough to share y...
In business, as in politics, the public is ever so tolerant of those who slime.
If you're going to learn, you need to forget what you know.
I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.
I don’t remember any snow in all of the Torah. The Lord probably doesn’t even go to places where it snows.
How much humanity has been spoiled for the confusion of movement with progress, my friend?
Every time you smell peaches, a ghost just got his rocks off.
Does the work get easier once you know what you are doing?Your lungs grow thick with stone dust and your eyes bleary from the sun and fragments thrown up by the chisel. You pour your lifeblood out int...
Blessed with the Beta Male imagination, he spent much of his life squinting into the future so he might spot ways in which the world was conspiring to kill him...
Angels are just pretty insects.
Ack! Parables. I hate parables.
When I teach seminars, I tell people, 'Your stuff has to look like something that's out there, because otherwise nobody will take a chance on you.'
There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.
»Du hast Heiden vernichtet? Ich dachte, die Erdgeister seien wohlgesinnt.«»Jeder hat mal Aussetzer.
Thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!