The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Van's sweater was soaked in blood.
I?m telling you, things are getting out of hand. Or maybe I?m discovering that things were never in my hands.
Ask a deeply religious Christian if he?d rather live next to a bearded Muslim that may or may not be plotting a terror attack, or an atheist that may or may not show him how to set up a wireless network in his house. On the scale of prejudice, atheists don?t seem so bad lately.
I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.