We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
We all think that an exception is going to be made in our case and were going to live forever. Being a human is actually arriving at the understanding that thats not going to be. Story is there to remind us that its just OK.
Too many of us vote for our prejudices instead of our desires.
People never hurt others in moments of personal strength and bravery, when they are feeling good about themselves, when they are strong and confident. If we spent all of our waking moments in that place, then fighting for social justice would be redundant; we would simply have social justice and be done with it, and we could all go swimming, or fishing, or bowling, or dancing, or whatever people do. But it is because we spend so much of our time in that other place, that place of diminished capacity, of flagging energy, or wavering and somewhat flaccid commitment, that we have to be careful.
I co-own the ranch with my brother, and he and his wife are really the backbone of the operation.