My experience at the 1992 Winter Olympics was my fulfillment of dreaming the Impossible Dream.
Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.
I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4
Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.
Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.
I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!
Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.
Now that I'm in your mind, want to see some naked mental pictures of Jace?
All history, of course, is the history of wars.
There's no "should" or "should not" when it comes to having feelings. They're part of who we are and their origins are beyond our control. When we can believe that, we may find it easier to make constructive choices about what to do with those feelings.