It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.
Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.
Weird love's better than no love at all.
Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.
A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.
About halfway through I broke down crying, which I hadn't expected. I was a little ashamed, but only a little;it was her, you see, and she never taxed me with the times that I slipped from the way I thought a man should be...the way I thought I should be, at any rate. A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they don't know how poorly off they are.
But people love a hypocrite, you know--they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.
He killed them with their love
I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.
I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.
I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.
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