The over examined life, Claire, it's not worth living.
The only thing you need to know about war, son, is: Don’t go.
So, leave the cynics be. Out-cynic them. Step into that elsewhere. Believe that your story is bigger than yourself. In
One small cloud, cast out by the herd, limps away to the west.
One goes up in a plane knowing, sometimes, that not all of you is going to come down.
Mornings in the kitchen, afternoons in the counseling room, evenings out combing streets of half-lamplight: Hermann Park, Montrose, Sunnyside, Hiram Clarke, the Fifth Ward.
It's the sort of hum that makes you feel that you're the actual ground lying under the sky, a blue hum that's all above and around you, but if you think about it too hard it will get too loud or big,...
If you think you know all the secrets, you think you know all the cures.
He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.
An optimist is a braver cynic.
Are you saying I'm a liar?--No I'm just, like, speaking.
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They inherited it all. The curse of privilege. Janitors for the ambitions of the dead.
The overexamined life... It's not worth living.
That’s what sons do: write to their mothers about recall, tell themselves about the past until they come to realize that they are the past.
She had told Jaslyn once that everyone knows where they are from when they know where it is they want to be buried.
No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in...
Let this be a lesson to us all, said the preacher. You will be walking someday in the dark and the truth will come shining through, and behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.
It was the dilemma of the watchers: they didn't want to wait around for nothing at all, some idiot standing on the precipice of the towers, but they didn't want to miss the moment either, if he slippe...
It (NY) was like the city that Lot left behind and it would dissolve if it ever began looking backward over its own shoulder. Two pillars of salt. Long Island and New Jersey.