From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
Big Brother fills us all with the same crap. My guess is he was clever the same way everybody thinks they're clever. I tell her to type in 'password
Right now, me getting killed would be redundant....You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late....Right now, getting killed would be a breath of spring.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the...
Since boyhood, fury had become his father. His older brother. His only protector. Fury gave him strength and courage and spurred him to always move forward despite always getting things wrong and alwa...
How is it that you keep mutating and can still be the same virus?
Old-time ranchers planted cheatgrass because it would green up fast in the spring and provide early forage for grazing cattle, Oyster says, nodding his head at the world outside. This first patch of c...
A veces la muerte de una sola persona puede justificar la muerte de una cultura entera.
Nevertheless, if you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane. A child allows us to revisit the excitement we once felt about, well... everything. A gen...
If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.
And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody. The kid never knew the man's name. But he never forgot that smile. Hero is...
After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.
Dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.
Real smart begins when you quit quoting other people.
My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slo...
Aim low and you won't be disappointed.
You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.