Real smarts begin when you quit quoting other people……..
Rant goes, Really, truly with her whole entire heart, does Echo hate somebody?I go, doesn't Rant mean love?And Rant shrugs and says, Ain't it the same thing?
Rachel hadn’t invented the dangers of toxoplasmosis; she’d gone online and built an airtight case. This wasn’t crazy talk. Neurobiologists had linked T. gondii to suicide and the onset of schizophreni...
Quand'è che il futuro è passato da essere una promessa a essere una minaccia?
Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story
Pretty much always. We need to tell the story of our life to someone.
Prepare to evacuate soul in ten, in nine, eight.Chloe's splashing through the ankle-deep back-up of renal fluid from her failed kidneys.Death will commence in five.Five, four.Around her, a parasitic l...
People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were too scared of being alone.
People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden.
People in the outside world said something stupid with their every breath, and when they didn’t talk their radios filled the gap with the copied voices of people singing the same songs over and over.
People in love -with nurturing, attentive non-movie-star parents- they would never invent gravity. Nothing except deep misery leads to real success.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
People are all looking for that, a hand to hold. Reassurance. The promise that everything will be all right.
Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. Suffering takes us out of our rational self-control and lets the divine channel through us.
One step to the sink, and I calmly begin to scrub my dripping hands, careful to pick and scrape the words sorrow and tragedy from where they’re lodged beneath each fingernail.
Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s ma...
Now, smile-if you still can.This is your zygomatic major muscle. Each contraction pulls your flesh apart the way tiebacks hold open the drapes in your living room window. The way cables pull aside a t...
Nobody lay awake at night wondering if the wheat they'd raised was truly happy and fulfilled being made into bread.
No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.