My main point is to be funny; if I can slip a message in there, fine.
Those brain-zapped kids weren’t the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.
My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.
I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.
As a doc, though, I've seen what happens when people are under a lot of stress. Doesn't always bring out their best. When people are scared, they get angry. They'll do things they never thought they would. They'll bargain and compromise in order to survive; they'll chase after miracle cures and believe just about anything so long as it gives them hope. When hope fails, then watch out. Some people get brutal. They'll turn on each other; they'll become their own worst enemies.
The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?
We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.
It wasn't until we got over the self pity that we were able to accept suffering as apart of our life with Christ. A man or woman reaches this plane only when he or she ceases to be the hero.
Gratitude is the creative force, the mother and father of love. It is in gratitude that real love exists. Love expands only when gratitude is there. Limited love does not offer gratitude. Limited love is immediately bound by something- by constant desires or constant demands. But when it is unlimited love, constant love, then gratitude comes to the fore. This love becomes all gratitude.
I think I come from a theatrical tradition where, if you look at the great theatrical actors of the British theatre, they took enormous pride in being wildly different from one role to the next. That's the tradition I come from.
I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.