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The sun rose. I found no revelation. I’m not Socrates. (I know Socrates, I served with Socrates, and you, senator… But I digress.)

It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.

glistening viscera

But which egg preceded what platypus? The ends don’t always resemble our means.

If you ask people what they think, they start thinking, and that’s how wars start.

past the shiny brass steampunk aerators.

It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.

The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.)

“I usually keep my peanuts next to a jar of peanut butter, so they understand what I’m capable of!”

They couldn’t agree on exactly what the angel, that is to say you, meant when you said ‘guard the pile.’ So there was an argument, and they divided in

Jerry Crosby was looking out a window at the immaculate green yard, where a lawn worker’s leaf blower had caught fire. The worker calmly heaved it in

The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.)

"When I play music at home, I pretend I'm on stage. When I'm on stage, I pretend I'm at home." —John Mayer

But then, somehow, it got in. No. Not got in. That's the wrong way of putting it. Music doesn't get in. Music is already in. Music simply uncovers wha

I have long convinced myself that the piano is like a drug, seductive and strong, and it can mess you up, it can awaken dead emotions, it can drown yo

It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.

“I don't think men understand, though. ... They march off with their guns and their ideas and they think they know courage.”

When guys are scared of the dark, they’re scared of ghosts and monsters, but when girls are scared of the dark, they’re scared of guys.

Women are always the problem in the men’s world.

Morality is a luxury.

The past stays and echoes even as modernity roars ahead.

The longer you live, the more you realise that nothing is fixed. Everyone will become a refugee if they live long enough. Everyone would realise their

They would always be a family, but if she'd learned anything in the past few weeks it was that a family wasn't a static thing. There were always chang

"Our reality isn’t about what’s real, it’s about what we pay attention to.”

"My granddaughters," he said quietly. Meredith could see how affected they were by the sight of him. For the whole of their lives he'd been like one o

"What will we be without him?" Meredith whispered, clinging to her. "Less," was all Nina could think of to say.

“It won't be easy," she said. "You know Meredith likes everything in its place. She'll want you here." The smile he gave her was so sad and sloppy it

But lately that kind of intimacy felt impossible. She wasn't quite sure how it had happened, or when, but distance seemed to be spreading between them

"You may not ever have a romantic relationship with Sadie, but you two will be friends for the rest of your lives, and that is something of equal or g

“Why do you think we never got together?” Sadie sat next to Sam on the bed. “Sammy,” she said. “We were together. You must know that. When I’m honest

"You know, they say when you love what you do, it's not work. But, I think, when you really love what you do, it's great work." —Yo-Yo Ma @ Hollywoo

“Life isn’t coming at you; life is coming from you.” —Jason Mraz @ Carnegie Hall November 23, 2011