The choice, however, is as clear now for nations as it was once for the individual: peace or extinction.
It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.
Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong. " I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I. . . you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that. . . . " No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then. . .
Then I saw Juli. She was two tables away from me, facing my direction. Only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Jon, her eyes all sparkly and laughing. My heart lurched. What was she laughing about? What were they talking about? How could she sit there and look so. . . beautiful? I felt myself spinning out of control. It was weird. Like I couldn't even steer my own body. I'd always thought Jon was pretty cool, but right then I wanted to go over and throw him across the room.
I realize something. That wasn't a finish line for me. . . This is my new starting line.
Don't sum up a person based on what you see, or what you don't understand; get to know them
I liked it. I liked her. And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don't know. All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so. . . ordinary.
This writer, who is horribly perspicacious and vigorous, demonstrates the certainty of a great European war, and regards it with the peculiar satisfaction excited by such things in a certain order of mind. His phrases about "dire calamity" and so on mean nothing; the whole tenor of his writing proves that he represents, and consciously, one of the forces which go to bring war about; his part in the business is a fluent irresponsibility, which casts scorn on all who reluct at the "inevitable. " Persistent prophecy is a familiar way of assuring the event.
I'm actually scared of horror movies. I'm kind of Scaredy Cat when it comes to that stuff.
There's a great legacy before me. Many, many fantastic actors, artists, writers have come before me and created Superman. I'm very honored to be able to be a part of it.
The poet is a madman lost in adventure.