There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.
I think I'm far too hopeful and trusting. That's something I got from my mum.
I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.
How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you.
Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.
I don't mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel somehow right to be printing books in the U. S.
I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.
Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.
I know, but no matter what I choose I have to live with it. Forever. I have to be able to go forward and not look back anymore. Can you understand that?
Darwin begins by assuming life upon the earth; the Bible reveals the source of life and chronicles its creation.
Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce