I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.
- So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.
It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.
When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.
When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.
I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.
But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
No one can steal our dream.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.
Pastoralia by George Saunders. Possibly my favorite book. Its one of the weirdest books Ive ever read. If Monty Python and Thomas Pynchon had a love child, and it was raised by Frank Zappa on a weird commune, that would be this book.
It keeps her purity vacum-sealed to preserve its freshness for her future husband.
There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.
Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.
Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.
There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
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