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As I recall, I was still dressed when I fell asleep." "Just making sure you were comfortable." "And making yourself equally comfortable, I see.
Believe me, I have better things to do than sabotage your friendships. No one else's world revolves around you, Cassandra." -Paige to Cassandra
In a special sense... the three great natural states of waking, dreaming, and deep sleep contain an entire spectrum of spiritual enlightenment.
Love is a time-honored way to transcend the separate-self sense and leap into the sublime; Treya and I held hands, closed our eyes, and jumped.
I think when you're 14 years old, I think you're sort of looking for markers that prove you're an adult and you're independent of your parents.
Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.
It’s a promise ring,” he said solemnly. “The lady at the store said it’s what you give the girl you love. It means I want to marry you someday.
I didn't know how...deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.
Out in the world I go! Muggers! Autograph hounds! Junkies! People with real jobs! Maybe an easy lay! United Nation functionaries and diplomats!
There were creative-writin g teachers long before there were creative-writin g courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors.
I'm convinced that no one can amount to a damn in the arts if he becomes sweetly reasonable, seeing all sides of a picture, forgiving all sins.
Over the years, people I've met have often asked me what I'm working on, and I've usually replied that the main thing was a book about Dresden.
Would it be anything like a literary disaster if Gore Vidal were to fall silent? Easy. No. In fact, there is something to be said for the idea.
You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.
But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.
Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.
Everything you could want - action, suspense, character and setting, all floating on the easy lyricism of a fine writer at the top of his game.
There are very few of us, who reach my advanced age, who are still working in the business, as writers. As artists, people can hang out longer.
As someone who played music and never got famous, and remembers little fragments of that, I don't remember life as a dramatic flamboyant thing.
Reason unites us, not only with our contemporaries, but with men who lived two thousand years before us, and with those who will live after us.
There lay between them, separating them, that same terrible line of the unknown and of fear, like the line separating the living from the dead.
What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.
It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
And as to being in a fright, Allow me to remark That Ghosts have just as good a right In every way, to fear the light, As Men to fear the dark.
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Next time we see you, you’ll be on trial for some ingenious crime!” Dottie said with a laugh. Evie grinned. “Just as long as they know my name.
I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.
I don't really know anything about the movie business, even though I've lived in Los Angeles my whole life - somehow I've never bumped into it.
For a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.
You really need to approach each book as if you have been a failure. . . . If you start to believe your flap-copy, you're finished as a writer.
I have never fully exorcised shames that struck me to the heart as a child except through written violence, shadowy caricature, and dark jokes.
I wrote from the time I was four. It was my way of screaming and yelling, the primal scream. I wrote like a junkie, I had to have my daily fix.
Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.
The study of history, it seems to me, leads to the conviction that all important events tend toward the same end - the civilization of mankind.
It strikes me as somewhat odd that the people who use God's name most frequently, both in life and in literature, usually don't believe in him.
We do live, all of us, on many different levels, and for most artists the world of imagination is more real than the world of the kitchen sink.
Here was a corporation behaving like a monster though the individuals who owned its stock were human cultivated men. A corporation has no soul.
These days, our senses are bombarded with aggression. We are constantly confronted with global images of unending, escalating war and violence.
St. Patrick's Day is a holy day for Roman Catholics in Ireland to pray and a day for drunk people to vomit with their pants down in New Jersey.
The poor man wishes to conceal his poverty, and the rich man his wealth: the former fears lest he be despised, the latter lest he be plundered.
In a way, the road between Huaraz and the lodge is a metaphor for Peruvian politics. It used to be in good repair, and in some places still is.
Humanity can be divided into madmen and cowards. My personal tragedy is in being born into a world where sanity is held to be a character flaw.
None of God's Creatures absolutely consider'd are in their own Nature Contemptible; the meanest Fly, the poorest Insect has its Use and Vertue.
There is Indian time and white man's time. Indian time means never looking at the clock. ... There is not even a word for time in our language.
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,It turns and turns to say "Good-by!Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"Then lightly travels on its way.
it's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.
The one thing that reconciles me to the fact of being a woman is the reflection that it delivers me from the necessity of being married to one.