Life

In this difficult era the most valuable commodity is the unfailing turn of the hours and how they retrieve for us the known harbor of yesterday.

I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

We’re all blurry-eyed wanderers of time, and the unfortunance of it all is that we’d probably all go on to do great things if only we searched for what corrected and focused our vision instead of relying on our past – life’s grand kaleidoscope – to help us find our way forward.

There is no endTo what a living worldWill demand of you.

My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!

What saddens me most is that some poor woman out there has to be Garth's wife. And his three children -- oh, his poor three children. What a despicable human being this guy is.

Evelyn stared into the empty ice cream carton and wondered where the smiling girl in the school pictures had gone.

Nancy was so thrilled, I thought she was going to kiss me—and I thought I was actually going to have to hit a chick.

None of us can be free of conflict and woe. Even the greatest men have had to accept disappointments as their daily bread.

An actual artist, living right under her nose.

I like to kill my enemies and listen to the lamentations of their women.

You win some, you lose some, let Karma takes its course… - Cocoy McCoy -.

Life has a meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.

In darkness there is death.

You can inspire millions through positivity and live in abundance, I did. Life is great.

In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.

Maybe it’s not good trying to answer the question ‘What is my purpose in life?’ Maybe the better question is: ‘How can I make someone’s life better TODAY?

He could have killed me for the blunder— which really wasn’t my fault— but I was lucky , and he gave me another chance. The two officers who questioned him were also incredibly lucky for not having had any idea who it was they’d been questioning.

I reached out and placed my hand on the book and thought maybe someday I wouldn't need the bruises or the scars anymore. Maybe someday it would be all right for the scars to go away.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.