Your being born make your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. Then puberty makes you Satan just because you want something better.
You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.
You wake up, and that's enough.
You wake up at SeaTac.I study the people on the laminated airline seat card. A woman floats in the ocean, her brown hair spread out behind her, her seat cushion clutched to her chest. The eyes are wid...
You know that old phrase ‘Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it’? Well, I think those who remember the past are even worse off.
You just pay your filthy money, and somewhere else, theax falls.
You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.
You are permanent, but this life is not.
Worker bees can leave.Even drones can fly away.The Queen is their slave.
Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.
Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?
Wherever we end up, I just won't go back to normal.
Where even if someone loves you enough to save your life, they still castrate you.
When you understand, Brandy says, that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and thr...
When you travel a lot, you learn to pack the same for every trip. Six white shirts, two black trousers. The bare minimum you need to survive.
When you get famous, dinner isn’t food anymore; it’s twenty ounces of protein, ten ounces of carbohydrates, salt-free, fat-free, sugar-free fuel. This is a meal every two hours, six times a day. Eatin...
When you die, trust me, the most difficult person to leave behind is yourself.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
Whatever the blessing, the talent, or technology, we can still find some way to fuck it up.
Whatever happened in the world was a decree from God. A task to be completed. Any crying or joy just got in the way of being useful. Any emotion was decadent. Anticipation or regret was a silly extra....