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Maybe there aren't any such things as good or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
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the fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists
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I don't want Church to be like all those dead pets! I don't want Church to ever be dead! He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have His own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!
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love is the enemy... Yes. The poets continually and sometimes willfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile; it is always hungry. It eats friendship.
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If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.
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Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
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Either get busy living or get busy dying
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You can go through your whole life telling yourself that life is logical, life is prosaic, life is sane. Above all, sane. And I think it is. I've had a lot of time to think about that.
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Born in Lust, Turn to Dust. Born in Sin, Come on In
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The world has teeth and it can bite you with them any time it wants.
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Hearts can break. Yes. Hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
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Everyone knows cats are on a higher level of existence. These silly humans are just too big-headed to admit their inferiority. Just think what a nicer world this would be if it were controlled by cats.
You wouldn't see cats having waste disposal problems. They're neat.
They don't have sexual hangups. A cat gets horny, it does something about it.
They keep reasonable hours. You never see a cat up before noon.
They know how to relax. Ever heard of a cat with an ulcer?
What are the chances of a cat starting a nuclear war? Pretty neglible. It's not that they can't, they just know that there are much better things to do with one's time. Like lie in the sun and sleep. Or go exploring the world.
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