Everything you do is a one-way street.
Almost every story in the world has a back door through which the Devil can enter if he so chooses.
Your story can change. Overnight.
Power that affects nothing is mere vanity.
You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieve...
Welcome to adulthood. Please leave your dreams at the door.
There is no beginning. We are always in the middle.
I hurtled down a path through the middle of a park, past shrubbery so refined it was probably entitled to vote.
Well. it's all been interesting,' Hannah declared, standing to leave. 'But if I'm honest, I'd prefer my life to be a lot more mundane from now on.
I cannot remember when I became exhausted instead of merely tired.
I guess, like some guy once said, if triangles invented a god, the chances are high it would have three sides.
Growing older, it appears, does not mean growing up.
Being me is not a fate everyone would enjoy. There are risks, and frequent disappointments. I'm not all that keen on the arrangement myself, to be honest.
And so later Hannah was back at the kitchen table in her house. Sitting where she’d sat earlier. Her place. Hannah didn’t know that humankind has a deep-set belief in the idea that we create and maint...
I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You...
You have to accept gifts occasionally, because there are some things you can’t give yourself
When you meet someone you love, then you change for good. That’s why the other person will never know or understand the earlier you, and why you can never change back. And why, when that person starts...
There are times when life seems like a struggle where the only reward you get for hanging on is the chance to struggle some more.
If a door isn’t there then you can’t hope to go through it, but if it’s there but always locked, then you’re trapped. Someone is keeping the door shut.
I shut my eyes, turned away for a moment, and it came: a shiver of finality like the one when you decide, in your own mind, that you’re going to have to tell someone who loves you that you don’t want...