I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you're lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they'd crush you if they could. There's honesty.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Look at all the sentences which seem true and question them.
If God had wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates.
We inhereit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted... Each of us contains within... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.
We play the hands of cards life gives us. And the worst hands can make us the best players.