I don't want to bring people up the mountain; I want to meet them in the abyss.
I walk across the room and place the small glass flask on the counter, skull and crossbones out. It's like Uncle John always used to say: "Revenge makes the nightmares go away."
The calming seas don't follow the storm; they conquer it.
You can't strengthen muscles that have never been strained.
"Novels have too many highs and lows. I don't know how to be average anymore." *begins penning adequately suspenseful novel about a moderately satisfied child who walks at an average pace into a mildly sordid life of tolerable misadventure.
At night I have nothing to do But lie upon a sympathetic pillow and let my brain tie itself up in knots.
He smiled. "That is the key - the day when you realize that you've worked so hard and endured so long that feeling uncomfortable has become easy and feeling comfortable has become hard."
He hardly spoke a word to anyone that night. That's the first thing I remember. His eyes scoured the crowd with a predator like hunger laced with a flavor of intense cynicism. That's the second thing. The third? How badly I wanted to get with his blonde friend.
The severity of circumstances are erroneous; principles are what make a thing right or wrong.
The enigma of love and heartbreak cracks the sensibilities of my brain every day. I will never understand it and for that reason, I will be forever obsessed with it.