My means are sane, my motives and my object mad.
There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.
I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics—
Everything takes time. . . and that's something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to. You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously. You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.
Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.
Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've. . . um. . . entertained his wife.
Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.
If you want to see eccentricities, I'll be grotesque before your eyes.
Polls consistently show that the majority of Americans favour research using embryonic stem cells and yet politicians continue to pander to the outspoken religious minority that is hampering efforts to develop this potentially valuable technology.
If you can no longer think about the future, and you once dreamed of everlasting love, don't give up the dream, find it again.
Take responsibility and make a relationship the best it can be. We're all afraid of being hurt. Get rid of that fear. Be in the moment and enjoy the relationship - or you'll ruin it.