Maybe you'll get lucky. " I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.
I'm a monster, not a moron.
Your way of life is sinful and wrong," he said fiercely. Thus says a man who admits to worshipping a God who vilifies pleasure, relegates women to roles that are little more than servants and broodmares, though they are the backbone of your church, and seeks to control his worshippers through guilt and fear.
What if all I'd ever known was how it had been for the past three years - me being an unwanted outsider in my own family? I might have turned out like Aphrodite, and I might still be letting my parents control me because I was hoping desperately that I would be good enough, make them proud, so that some day they would really love me.
A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough. ' Quite often men are fools.
Light always underestimates the viciousness of Darkness
The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary.
For the word is dialectical in itself and at the same time is integrated into the whole of existence. By this I mean that the word is intended to be lived.
in writing, sex doesn't matter; it's the writing that matters.
Something new has happened: For the first time in German history our fatherland is guided by a plan that considers only the needs of the people, and aims at building prosperity and reconstructing of our fatherland.
The bones of the skeleton which support the body can become the bars of the cage which imprison the spirit.