If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.
I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.
How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you.
Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.
I don't mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel somehow right to be printing books in the U. S.
I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just
Remember, a book is always a gift.
Nobody will be sent to hell for rejecting a gospel they've never heard.
The best fortune that can fall to a man is that which corrects his defects and makes up for his failings.