Thinking is hard work, which is why you don’t see many people doing it.
Let’s face it, life is trivial, and my guess is that dying imparts very little wisdom on those in process.
I write letters to my right brain all the time. They’re just little notes. And right brain, who likes to get little notes from me, will often come through within a day or two.
It’s disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.
Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.
You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.
nothing wrong with a lie or two when the situation demanded it
I did an about-face and veered into the sandwich shop. What I ordered is none of your business, but it was really good.
Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.
There’s only so much room at the top of the heap. The rest of us are fill dirt.
Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.””I don’t believe in ghosts,” I said, faintly.”Some people can’t see the color red. That doesn’t mean it isn’t there,” she replied.
Ideas are easy. It’s the execution of ideas that really separates the sheep from the goats.
my mother died of an overdose of sleeping pills after extensive surgery so that the cause of death was probably listed as despair.
The dead are mute, but the living still have voice with which to protest their innocence. Often their objections are noisy and pious, impossible to refute since the person who could condemn them has been silenced forever.
People always love it when you say their dogs are nice. Just shows you how out of touch they are.
All the little birdies had flown out of this man’s tree.
The tricky part of any lie is trying to figure out how you’d behave if you were innocent.
I’m a born liar myself and I know how it’s done. You stick as close to the truth as you can. You pretend to volunteer a few bits of information, but the facts are all carefully selected for effect.
It never pays to deal with the flyweights of the world. They take far too much pleasure in thwarting you at every turn.
We all need to look into the dark side of our nature – that’s where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying.
Books are like movies of the mind and it’s better to leave Kinsey where she is.