Betrayal isn't ridiculous. It's the reason empires fall.
There was quantum mechanics, string theory, and then there was the most mind-bending frontier of the natural world, women.
It was as if Hannah had sprung a leak and her character, usually so meticulous and contained, was spilling all over the place.
It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.
Good bands you can kind of lose, then come back and realize they're still good.
Certainly one of the surprising truths of having a book published is realizing that your book is as open to interpretation as an abstract painting. People bring their own beliefs and attitudes to your work, which is thrilling and surprising at the same time.
If I scribbled a few words on a cocktail napkin and showed it to my family, they'd proclaim it astonishing and more culturally relevant than the Bible.
Show me what a man hates and I'll show you what he is.
Sometimes it takes more courage not to let yourself see. Sometimes knowledge is damaging - not enlightenment but enleadenment.
She told me her father taught her to live life way beyond the cusp of it, way out in the outer reaches where most people never had the guts to go, where you got hurt. Where there was unimaginable beauty and pain ... They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring life in coffee spoons, mornings and afternoons, to keep swimming way, way down to the bottom of the ocean to find where the mermaids sang, each to each. Where there was danger and beauty and light. Only the now.
To be next to her was to have everything.
It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.
As much as some people would like to believe, for their own peace of mind, that the appearance of evil in this world had a clean cause, the truth was never that simple.
It's a common feeling for people to feel intermittent antipathy toward individuals they're familiar with.
When you grow up--and from the look of things, you have awhile--but you learn things never go back to normal simply because everyone's sorry. Sorry is ridiculous.
Justice wields an erratic sword, grants mercy to fortunate few. Yet if man doesn't fight for her, 'tis chaos he's left to.
Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.
What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.
God, the boring relative everyone ignores--no one calls, no one writes--until they need a serious favor.
... suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.
…how monstrous the people you loved could be.
Sadly, American teenagers are to a weightless vacuum as seat cushions are to polyurethane foam -
It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.
You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.
Like that lightning that comes out of the blue when there's not even a storm going on, just a crazy crack in the sky. With something like that right in front of you, you can't help but feel there's new possibilities out there.
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