The Internet changes the structure of society all the time—this massiveness made of individuals.
. . . fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
In some ways, I don’t feel as if I had a choice. Looking back at my childhood, even before I could read and write, I was making up stories. I love reading and I love telling stories, and the times in my life when I’ve tried to ignore that part of me, I’ve gone a little crazy. Characters start tugging on my sleeves, words start haunting me, and I feel generally unsatisfied. Really, being a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme. " "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you. " "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
If wanting to win is a fault, as some of my critics seem to insist, then I plead guilty. I like to win. I know no other way. It's in my blood.
I grew up playing soccer and always loved playing it.
When I stand on my special-issue "Intelligent Investor" ladder and peer out over the frenzied crowd, I see very few others doing the same. Many stocks remain overvalued, and speculative excess - both on the upside and on the downside - is embedded in the frenzy around stocks of all stripes. And yes, I am talking about March 2001, not March 2000.
I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I could pull some strings and find out.