Take a look at my family, a different father every weekend.
Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?
I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.
No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.
Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.
Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
And yet there was something about his strength, his arrogance, his sheer size that got under my skin. He probably couldn't even spell vanilla. He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and. . . unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
You cannot teach a child to take care of himself unless you will let him try to take care of himself. He will make mistakes and out of these mistakes will come his wisdom.
I'm familiar with the Palestinian mentality, the culture, religion, and when I had information coming in on a daily basis: secrets about personal lives, politicians, what they are hiding from their society that most people don't see, I started to see the picture in a different way.