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A hurricane is an act of God. But failure to prepare, when the necessity for preparation is well known—that’s sin.
Jordan B. Peterson • 12 Rules for Life
Amy was Rina’s roommate in college. She was the only person Rina ever pitied. Amy’s soul was a pack of cigarettes.
Ken Liu • The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
Perhaps there’ll be a disaster, Carleton had said; and Thomas felt again the blow of the hooded creature fleeing Bethesda with paint on its hands. But that had been no disaster, only something strange and soon forgotten in the order and quiet of his home – so Thomas, who had a gift for self-persuasion, placidly ate a radish.
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
Till, wholly unexpected, in there pops The hothead husband! Thus I scuttle off To some safe bench behind, not letting go The palm of her, the little lily thing That spoke the good word for me in the nick, Like the Prior’s niece … Saint Lucy, I would say. And so all’s saved for me, and for the church A pretty picture gained.
Robert Browning • The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition: My Last Duchess, Porphyria's Lover, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Christmas-Eve, Easter-Day…
Anne Lamott • Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Douglass is able to call his former enslaver both an “agent of hell” and a brother. This is a sophisticated view of both humanity and evil—a view born of the Christianity which both Douglass and Auld professed, but which in actuality confronted them so differently. When the truth of Christ is brought to bear (rather than borrowed as a bulwark for
... See moreGlen Scrivener • The Air We Breathe: How We All Came to Believe in Freedom, Kindness, Progress, and Equality
Your godparents, also city people, live a mile down the road. She has red hair and cat’s-eye glasses; he is bald and does one voice to impersonate all four Beatles.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
The capacity to suffer. Elwood—all the Nickel boys—existed in the capacity. Breathed in it, ate in it, dreamed in it. That was their lives now. Otherwise they would have perished. The beatings, the rapes, the unrelenting winnowing of themselves. They endured. But to love those who would have destroyed them? To make that leap? We will meet your
... See moreColson Whitehead • The Nickel Boys
I was going downtown to kill a man who hadn’t done a damned thing to me, to kill an old guy whose only fault as far as I knew was throwing chewing gum wrappers in the street. I was going to kill him because I wanted money more than I wanted him to live and I was going to kill him filthily. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe he was going to kill me and go on
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