One must accept the fact that we have only one companion in this world, a companion who accompanies us from the cradle to the grave - our own self. Get on good terms with that companion - learn to live with yourself.
Who can judge another man's suffering?
. . . You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump.
Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.
here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring. Then all I have to do is let it go, let its energy carry the story. And that may not turn out to be the beginning of the book.
What is real is always worth it.
Sexual assault is neither a ‘light’ nor ‘fluffy’ matter, and we cannot treat it as if it were.
Walking is easy. . . but it requires faith to find the right path.
Can't the United States see that when we allow someone to be tortured by our agents, it is not only the victim and the perpetrator who are corrupted, not only the 'intelligence' that is contaminated, but also everyone who looked away and said they did not know, everyone who consented tacitly to that outrage so they could sleep a little safer at night, all the citizens who did not march in the streets by the millions to demand the resignation of whoever suggested, even whispered, that torture is inevitable in our day and age, that we must embrace its darkness?
Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.