Life

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

People are little creatures with big capacities, finite beings with infinite desires, deserving nothing but demanding all. God made people with this huge capacity and desire in order that He might come in and completely satisfy that desire.

We never gain in life by hurting others. Sometimes we try to elevate our own insecure egos by degrading and belittling those around us. Yet this produces only a false sense of self-esteem.

You’ll be civilized or we’ll leave your arse here.” Johan... 'Vital Perception.

I went to high school in Ellicott City, Maryland, and I felt pretty ambivalent about the whole thing. It just took time away from my doing things on the Internet - like creating clans in Quake II or starting a Web design nonprofit. In school, I was just a kid. Online, I had authority.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

Unforgiveness,splinter in your breastbone, lives there lodged like a small tree.Withers in winter, looms in spring. Its fruit is sweet on first bite, then turns into the taste of your own flesh.

But years and miles away from home could never attenuate the city's hold on my identity, and the more I explored places and people far from Hampton, the more my status as one of its daughters came to mean to me.

The incarnation is not a soul into a body, it is an illusory world known as a life into consciousness.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I'm not that easy to get rid of,' Andre retorts. 'As you know well. What state are you in? Besides confusion.'.

There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

If you're going to have a complicated story, you must work to a map; otherwise you can never make a map of it afterwards.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

These 'sometimey' feelings are welcomed to stay... Reminiscent of ying and yang: they need eachother to help me get through the good & bad days.

At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was so useless.

SUNDAYThe day..I planned a lot but actually do nothing.

Did I just get psychically pimp-slapped by a little old lady?

Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story.Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems not to have either) and a meaning.