I guess the anthropomorphising is something I've done all my life.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow. . . Some of the. . . Oh my god…my god What have I done?
She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
What's wrong with assholes, baby?
The authorities should stipulate what issues people can protest over and on what issues it is not allowed.
The big truth for men is that often we have to leave home in the first half of life before we can return home at a later stage and find our soul there.
When I was in high school, if my favorite band got too popular, I'd watch carefully.