You’re a terrible liar, Sage, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my sake. A for effort.
I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am. “ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.
There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.
If you only ever did the things you don’t want to do, you’d have everything you’ve ever wanted.
Now that I think about it, you’d have to be a glutton for punishment to keep coming near me given my acerbic personality where you’re concerned. (Tory)
Elation and pain are experiences that make you realize youre alive. Thank God you feel them; otherwise youd be numb.
Yeah. Just keep the live feed going so that I can see it and pretend I’m there, too. (Tory) Yes, my queen. Anything else you’d like? (Geary) A million dollars and Brad Pitt. (Tory) You forgot world peace. (Geary) I’m feeling a bit selfish today. Teenage hormonal overdose, I think. Or just general excitement. (Tory)
You bit me? (Stryker) We use what we have. (Zephyra) That’s such a girl move. (Stryker) But it works. Maybe if you fought like a girl and not a stunted baboon, you’d actually win. (Zephyra)
From his style, you’d think Jason Brannon was the dark double of Ray Bradbury. He cares more about character and realism than most writers I’ve read and his plots flow like well-orchestrated music. Indeed, Brannon’s writing has a classical feel, reminiscent of the best traditional work in the genre, even when he’s going for gut-wrenching terror and torture in-extremis.
If you can’t appreciate what you’ve got, you’d better get what you can appreciate.
The last 10 to 20 years you’d think that it has been all about VCs making money, because that’s all we hear about. But really it is all about VCs failing and failing to return capital and being f**king idiots. VCs are stupid. They are absolutely stupid. Does anyone want to challenge that statement? Does anyone think that VCs are not stupid?
You described the feeling you’d always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn’t worry quite so much about why.
I cant retire from music any more than I can retire from my liver. Youd have to remove the music from me surgically—like you were taking out my appendix.
Are you living everyday so that even if the end were to come you’d have to regrets?
It used to be that youd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit, you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership.
Well. We’ll just have to hope that this wasn’t a loup-garou, I guess. ” “If it was a louper, you’d know,” Bob said wisely. “In the middle of this town, you’d have a dozen people dead every time the full moon came around. What’s going on?” “A dozen people are dying every time the full moon comes around.
Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?
If you could only play a record once, imagine the intensity you’d have to bring into the listening.
I don’t like being threatened, lied to, or manipulated. You’d do well to remember that. (Simone) Or what? You’re going to snivel at me? (Xypher)
I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.
