The depth of John Candy's talent did surprise me. He was one of my all-time favorite leading men.
Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
There’s a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,” he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. “It’s the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward’s way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.
I went up on my toes to kiss him, and he groaned. "Do you really think this is appropriate on school grounds?" "Nope. " I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I happen to know there isn't an appropriate thought running through your head right now. " "Or any other time. " Tod pulled me close and held me so tight my ribs almost hut, but I didn't want him to let go. Ever.
Tod's eyes widened, and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a choice, considering that's part of Reaper Law. " "There's a Reaper Law?" "Of course. 'A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous. . . '" He shrugged. "It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the 'helpful' category. " I rolled my eyes. "I think that's the Boy Scout law. " "They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
Keep a record of every picture you paint, have them photographed and write down where they went. Some day, when one reaches a great age, there will be calls for a Retrospective Exhibition of a life's work.
In my opinion, if 100% of the people were farming it would be ideal. If each person were given one quarter-acre, that is 1 14 acres to a family of five, that would be more than enough land to support the family for the whole year. If natural farming were practiced, a farmer would also have plenty of time for leisure and social activities within the village community. I think this is the most direct path toward making this country a happy, pleasant land.
In genetic epistemology, as in developmental psychology, too, there is never an absolute beginning.
In Tantric Zen it doesn't matter but it does. . . .