A one-word book does appeal to me.
What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.
Stories never really end. . . even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said. . . "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells. . . and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower. . . both strange and familiar.
Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.
I was on the high school track team, believe it or not, and played baseball, poorly but passionately.
Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.
When suddenly you find yourself on the wrong highway, perhaps it's time for a new job, or some new friends. It's your life - live it.
The Loudest person in the room, is usually the brokest