Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.
It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.
There's always a choice. That's God's way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There's no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.
And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.
Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.
They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.
Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.
Lightening flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.
When you empty out the vessel, you also empty out all the crap floating around in there. The additives. The impurities. It sure feels good. It's a whole body, whole-minded enema.
Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.
Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear
Who gets to be best-liked in any community? Who is the most trusted? Why, the man who does the dirty job, of course, and does it with a smile. The man who does the job you couldn't bring yourself to do.
Develop a little self-righteousness. A lot of that is an ugly thing, God knows, but a little applied over all your scruples is an absolute necessity! It is to the soul what a good sun-block is to the skin during the heat of summer.
Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizen should be: partisans but never zealots, respectors of the facts which attend each situation but never benders of those facts, uncomfortable in positions of leadership but rarely unable to turn down a responsibility once it has been offered . . . or thrust upon them. They make the best leaders in a democracy because they are unlikely to fall in love with power.
Women's lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn't get with child, but a woman could---every four-year-old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being. Civilization had provided an umbrella of sanity that both sexes could stand beneath.
Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.
Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.
You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.
For God's sake, Larry, grow up. Develop a little self-righteousness. A lot of that is an ugly thing, God knows, but a little spread over all your scruples is an absolute necessity!
People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.
Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.
God doesn't bribe, child. He just makes a sign and lets people take it as they will.
Rationalism is the idea that we can ever understand anything about the state of being. It's a deathtrip. It always has been. . . . And if rationalism is a deathtrip, then irrationalism might very well be a lifetrip . . . at least until it proves otherwise.
Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.
She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.
He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.
She was satisfied with the answer God had given Moses from the burning bush when Moses had seen fit to question. Who are you? Mose asks, and God comes back from that bush just as pert as you like: I Am, Who I AM. In other words, Mose, stop beatin around this here bush and get your old ass in gear.
He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.
Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.
He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.
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