Amen' is like the Send button on an email.
Steve Toltz
Sometimes they [people] throw off their freedom so quickly, you'd think it was burning them.
freedom
..I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.
god
It's always something here - if there isn't a riot, then someone's usually trying to escape. The wasted effort helps me see the positives of imprisonment. Unlike those pulling their hair out in good society, here we don't have to feel ashamed of our day-to-day unhappiness. Here we have someone visible to blame - someone wearing shiny boots. That's why, on consideration, freedom leaves me cold. Because out there in the real world, freedom means you have to admit authorship, even when your story turns out to be a real stinker.
happiness
Are you listening, Jasper? Sometimes you'll be walking in the city late at night, and a woman walking in front of you will spin her head around and then cross the street simply because some members of your gender rape women and molest children!
women men world
When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness - it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.
kissing loneliness
I dug out an old brown suitcase and threw a few clothes into it, then looked around my bedroom for memorabilia, but stopped when I remembered that the purpose of memorabilia is to trigger memory. I didn't want to be lugging my memories all over the place. They were to heavy.
memories
After all, memory may be the only thing on earth we can truly manipulate to serve us, so we don't have to look back at ourselves in the receding past and think, What an arsehole!
memory
The past is truly an inoperable tumour that spreads to the present.
past
prayer
I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.
self-discovery self-awareness
The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.
funny humor time anticipation suspense relativity
We just didn't get it. We were weakened and exhilarated at the same time. A paranoiac's nightmare! A narcissist's dream! We didn't know how to feel: flattered or raped. Maybe both. We were puzzling at breakneck speed.
confusion
Sometimes I think the human animal doesn't really need food or water to survive, only gossip.
gossip
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