We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
I have OCD, which is not fun. I have to be incredibly tidy and organized or it messes with my mind and switches off on me.
And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.
Late switches are part of fighting and I've handled them all.
The one thing you can bet is that spying is never over. Spying is like the wiring in this building: It's just a question of who takes it over and switches on the lights. It will go on and on and on.
I love horror movies in space. I love it when the genre switches over and what was sci-fi becomes horror.
I have a slight bit of OCD, I think. I'm not walking around flipping light switches. But when I say I'm going to do something, I have to do it.
Affirming words from moms and dads are like light switches. Speak a word of affirmation at the right moment in a child's life and it's like lighting up a whole roomful of possibilities.
