It’s not just that,
Los Angeles was the most glamorous, tackiest, most elegant, seediest, most clever, dumbest, most beautiful, ugliest, forward-looking, retro-thinking, altruistic, self-absorbed, deal-savvy, politically ignorant, artistic-minded, criminal-loving, meaning-obsessed, money-grubbing, laid-back, frantic city on the planet. And any two slices of it, as different as Bel Air and Watts, were nevertheless uncannily alike in essence: rich with the same crazy hungers, hopes, and despairs.
The sun was hardly risen, but already time was running out.
Maybe the difference between horror and holiday was just the width of an ordinary street.
When she had delight in her heart, her face transcended all her suffering, whereupon the scars and the deformed features and the mottled skin became the remarkable face of a hero and the cherished face of a friend.
People think power makes them big, but it brings out their inner bratty child and makes them small.” – Grady Adams – “Breathless by Dean Koontz pg 287 chapter 59
I do not permit blasphemy, the F-word, or obscenities such as soy milk at my table. Consider yourself chastised.
As I turned to leave the tent, she said, “Don’t worry. Your own mother wouldn’t know you.”
I said, “She never has.
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him