Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.
At one time I had liked the idea, that the act, at least, had bound us together; we were not ordinary friends, but friends till-death-do-us-part. This thought had been my only comfort in the aftermath...
Anyways, the secret is, always fix their attention *away* from where the slippery stuff's going on. That's the first law of magic, Specs. Misdirection. Never forget it.
Andy had been good to me when I had no one else. The least I could do was be kind to his mother and sister. It didn’t occur to me then, though it certainly does now, that it was years since I’d roused...
And yes—he will come to puking himself and feeling like stabbed through the head, but better there than in ambulance, BOOM, shirt cut open, mask jammed down on him, peoples slapping his face to wake h...
And someplace, if there is a place where lists are kept, and credit given, I am sure there is a gold star by his name.
And always, always, that same toast. Live forever.
All right, said Julian, looking around the table. I hope we’re all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?
Meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not
¡Todo es injusto! ¿A quién nos quejamos en este lugar de mierda? ¿Quién está a cargo aquí?
Yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it’s possible to play it with a kind of joy?
X. IT WAS EIGHT-THIRTY IN the morning by the time I got to storage, with a sore jaw from grinding
Worrying, Potter! Don’t stand there and look so unhappy! If we lose, we win, and if we win, we win! Everything is good!
We can speak to each other across time. And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the r...
Understand the world at all, sometimes you could only focus on a tiny bit of it, look very hard at what was close to hand and make it stand in for the whole;
Those guys who wore a wedding ring that didn’t really look like a wedding ring—or maybe it wasn’t a wedding ring at all and he was just super-proud of his Celtic
The pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.
Strenuous occasions where (jumpy, un-opiated, wracked to the last synapse),
Sky darkened rapidly, darker every second; the wind rustled the trees in the park and the new leaves on the trees stood out tender and yellow against black clouds.
Picking up the phone to say hello, somehow I never had. Are you okay?