We are forever changed by the moments that we live but the moments we live cannot be changed. 

And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself.

We pick the people who populate our personal lives as much for who they make us as for who they are. I chose Anna for the person I became in her presence, and in this...

If blue helmeted UN peacekeepers show up in your town or village and offer to protect you, run.

Some pasts exist as a fog that rolls in and out of the present, formed not by air that condenses into mist but memories that condense into tiny doors that open to forgotten moments. Maybe...

Some words were made up without any thought given. Nice is one of them. Nice has no meaning. Nice gets thrown out there to replace something meaningful. Take Goodreads and turn it into Nicereads. This...

This is how everything should end: with the forgotten remembered, the wounded healed, and the sinners forgiven.

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the ‘real’ world? I didn’t need curing, and the world didn’t, either; the only thing that did need curing...

Exactly what good are our eyes if they are not willing to see what’s right before us?

The Stars shine down and watch us live Our little lives And weep for us

Of course, I am interested, but I would not dare to talk about them. In talking about the impact of ideas in one field on ideas in another field, one is always apt to make...

That’s what the prom is—St. Patrick’s Day for the young.

Never discount good intentions, for good intentions may be all one has to offer. – Eilish in “No-Till” by Basil Pearl.

The old tales of China tell us that all things may grow and change. A stone may become a plant. A plant may become an animal. An animal may become a human. A human may...

Civilized beings regard the act of intercourse as the highest expression of romantic love. One need only observe the behavior of animals, however, to realize that the act is often a form of violence.

It is the transience of life which proves its inestimable worth.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue...

At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?

I’ve been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on the island….Lord of the Flies what about it….You know how you said it wasn’t a true measure of humanity since there were no...

That’s a lot of what the ghetto is, a reflection of poor self esteem

There’s still a question I must put to you,” said the cunger woman. “Can you give up Joshua to keep him?

Silence is so freaking load

Schemes of thought such as Creative Evolution, Scientific Humanism, or Communism, fix men’s affections on the future ─ on the very core of temporality. Hence nearly all vices are rooted in the future. Gratitude looks...

But I’ve strayed so far from normal now, I’ll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

The hunger inside us must be fed to be controlled.

It’s not,” Mormont told him. “Gods save us, boy, you’re not blind and you’re not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

… if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

His heart…responds to those once-upon-a-time people, anonymous in the shadows, the faith it took them to come together and rest and listen through the gruesomeness, their patience for the ever after, happy or not.

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us.

Information is a lot like water; it’s hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.

One thing you have to realize from now on is that it doesn’t matter if this is a dream or not. Survival depends on what you do, not what you think.

Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outside his or...

I have been quiet today because fear in my heart has been fighting with frustration in my brain, leaving little energy for my mouth.

The real strength of therose bush is not in the flowers but in the roots and the branches.

The generation that followed did not have the same concerns; none of its members attempted to follow the example of the past generation. There was no longer anyone with the noble determination to get to...

Over the course of your life you are actually hundreds of different people. You are a different person at the coffee shop than you are at the bar, and a different person for the dry...

Hasn’t stopped us before. And besides, if they wanted to kill us, we’d be dead by now and would be having an entirely different conversation. I wonder if I’d still be mad at you, or...

Thus was born the Incunabula: it was forged by fire and persecution, to preserve and protect until the book might rise, Phoenix-like, from the ashes of demise.

Greed and corruption isn’t in the world.It’s in the people”.

I think a power to do something is of value. Whether the result is a good thing or a bad thing depends on how it is used, but the power is a value.

As long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Hakeem: A wise man once said that suffering produces perseverance, character; and character, hope.Andre: Since when did spouting masochism make one wise? And the sacraments of a bitter existence? Who deemed that a vaunted prize?...

Organised religion generally gets in the way of spiritual experience.

Life is made for the living.

Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it.

He was a dying man looking down on the surgeons trying to save him.

…I just gave up trying to be a Christian… Let’s face it, I ain’t got the knack for holiness. Besides, I didn’t have the slightest little desire to join the likes of Reverend Pelham at...

Knowledge is what enables one to be wrong. (p. 11)

Vicki M. Taylor’s “Not Without Anna,” is a gripping, hard-hitting, thought-provoking look at the escalating crisis of teen alcohol and drug abuse. Charlene Austin

We all want to be different-which makes us all the same”.