The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.
We now had three girls and one testosterone-pumped guy bird that spent every walking minute doing of of three things: pursuing sex, having sex or crowing boastfully about the sex he had just scored. Jenny observed that roosters are what men would be if left to their own devices, with no social conventions to rein in their baser instincts, and I couldn’t disagree. I had to admit, I kind of admired the lucky bastard.
Tame that fascinated monster ego when it roars ~ Become infinite Kind Beautiful ~ Be happy ~ smile
May the light be in you forever,
May the sun love you and keep you,
May the dream make you awaken.
For the stars love to shine upon you,
And the heavens cry for your loss.
May goodness and love flow
through you once more,
Drink of the light and the love here,
Find that we all need you,
May your spirit come back across.
For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched away into unwanted sunlight, leaving her to wonder why bad things happened and why no good person prevented them.
‘How old were you when you realized you were… different?’
Logan opened his mouth, then smiled slyly, ‘What sort of different? Gay different, magic different, or just plain fucked-in-the-head-crazy different?’
Collin bit back a smile at Logan’s delivery, ‘Magic different.’
‘Ah,’ Logan said, ‘Pity, the other stories are a lot more fun.’
The worst have scraped out the mantle of the best and wear it around as something real. It takes no genius to see that. But I moved to San Francisco because the masquerade of kindly gestures is, at least, kind. And it remains kind. And all the people who would sit back and comment on the garishness of the costumes, the hollowness of the dialogue, the lack of divine conviction, well, all those people are either dead or fifteen years old.
The restless spirit never loses its wings. If sometimes it cannot fly, it is because during those moments the sky vanishes.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?
Degenerate sons and daughters,
Life is too strong for you-
It takes life to love Life.
He didn’t just know there would be personal computers. He knew they would crash, that the people who came to fix them would charge heavily by the hour, and be annoying, and no good, and in the end would just tell you to buy a new and more expensive machine –