I like exploring both the light parts and the dark parts of a single person. And all of those shades tend to come out most acutely in stories about families.
The sands of time are quicksands. . . so much can sink into them without a trace.
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.
When we're young, we like happy endings. When we're a little older, we think happy endings are unrealistic and so we prefer bad but credible endings. When we're older still, we realize happy endings aren't so bad after all.
If he wants to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before him have made the same life choice.
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.
I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.
Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?
As long as we're caught up in always looking for certainty and happiness, rather than honoring the taste and smell and quality of exactly what is happening, as long as we're always running from discomfort, we're going to be caught in a cycle of unhappiness and discomfort, and we will feel weaker and weaker. This way of seeing helps us develop inner strength. And what's especially encouraging is the view that inner strength is available to us at just the moment when we think that we've hit the bottom, when things are at their worst.
Instead of assuming everything you're being told is the truth, ask plenty of questions.
Everything is energy. All matter is energy. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It is the cause and affect of itself. It is evenly present in all places, at all times. Energy is in constant motion and never rests. It is forever moving from one form to another. Energy follows thought.