Life

Being here alone with nothing to do, I've been thinking about myself too. Trying to understand why I hate myself so badly.

The shows she’d watch on the Discovery Channel hadn’t prepared her for a kidnapping. Terrorist attack? Yes. Defending her home? Yes. Kidnapped by a police officer? No. She’d have to write to the network about that.

Are you okay, man?'Yeah, I'm good.'It's a lie. I wonder if I will ever be good again.

We live to live.

He took the trolley instead of the bus because it was smoother and he could read on it.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

This is the twilight shift, dear. Neither here nor there. But if you go into the dark, there'll be no turning back. Stay out of the office and you'll be happy. Trust me.

To Be Part Of The Restoration Is A Decision.

None of this Mad Mario showmanship- orange clogs and Bermuda shorts fit for Babar, sweetbreads garnished with squash blossoms stuffed with cheese from the milk of Angora goats who live in the Pyrenees. Litchi sorbet veined with coconut milk and honey from Crete.

Everyone in prison has an ideal of violence, murder. Beneath all relationships between prisoners is the ever-present fact of murder. It ultimately defines our relationship among ourselves.

My mission is vague. I am here to appreciate the situation.

Be it sin or no, I hate the man!

With reality TV, sometimes it's amazing chemistry and you get these gems that turn out to be everything you hoped, and the camera loves them and they just blossom on the show. And then sometimes it's not all you envision.

You laugh because what's fearful and unknown is also what's funny, you laugh the way a small child will sometimes laugh and cry at the same time when a capering circus clown approaches, knowing it is supposed to be funny... But it is also unknown, full of the unknown's eternal power.

It's the fricking reality that destroys plans.

The heart of a story gives it life.

The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life's intimacy does not reveal it's dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.

This is like coming back to earth from another world. It is like a dream too.

The hardest calling in our lives is to be truly ourselves.