Was that you, Pooky Bear?
I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can't protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.
Every window in Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.
I look up to say something but he puts his finger to my lips and whispers, “Don’t talk. You’ll just spoil my fantasy of rescuing an innocent damsel in distress as soon as you open your mouth.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.
The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.
I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking.†... “Of course you’re fine.†She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.†... “I’m not the devil’s bride.†“He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?
And try to remember what we discussed, Susannah. A mediator is someone who helps others resolve conflicts. Not someone who, er, kicks them in the face.