May your season shine with delight and surprise.
Live as if you have faith,” she said, “and faith shall be given to you.
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.
Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.
There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
If there is God, I thought. . . Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress. " "Oh. . . " "Tatiasha. . . isn't it nice to know there is a God?
Marriage is the last sacrament available to modern man, and with the terrible destruction of interpersonal relations by capitalism and its war-making State, it is not very available, nor is it surely enduring. But then, vision does not come with guarantees.
States should pass laws making it illegal to own or trade wild animals; the phony 'educational' permits that many private owners have used to skirt those laws should be eliminated.
As any artist can tell you, it is easier to reach perfection than to stop there.
We need modesty not only in the way we dress; we need intellectual modesty.