emotions scrapbook

I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn, and there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn!

Was it leverage should I ever abandon my post, or did you feed on the irony of my unknowing sorrow, or did it simply please you to hold my, my heart in your hands, or –

We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day, don’t you? 92 degrees even in the shade. This intensity, this heat, sun like a disc-saw through your body.

You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.
But one of us must. Begin.

Carlos told us that we are, by far, the most scientifically interesting community in the US, and he had come to study just what is going around here. He grinned, and everything about him was perfect, and I fell in love instantly.

Did they distinguish between the sacred cats of the temples and the pet cats they kept in their homes? From the care they guarded their pet cats and the vengeance meted out to anyone who killed one, a good deal of veneration for the sacred cat spilled over to her secular sister.

But your singing days are done. The music of your talk never shall the chemistry of the secret earth restore. All your lovely words are spoken. Once the ivory box is broken, beats the golden bird no more.

When I came into my land, I did not understand neither dry rot, nor the burn pile, nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well, nor the black bear.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true.

His chest aches, looking at him. He looks so at home. He did that to him. Some days he hates himself for it and other days he thinks, This is the only thing I’ve ever done worth a damn.

And the old despair that was often there suddenly ceases to be. For you wake one day, look around and say: somebody wonderful married mе.

You and I came up through the ranks of atrocity-dom together! Boarding school buddies with visions of changing the world – making a difference? Okay, so you wanted to save the world for mutants and I wanted to cleanse it of them – true… but no roommate situation is ever perfect!

Name one thing about us two anyone could love.

There’ll never be another time like now.
I’ll come back.
When? A thousand years from now? You’ll be changed, and so will I. This city will be different.
Our feelings won’t change, that’s the most important thing.
I can see what’s going to happen. War, ruin, destruction.

It gave me a strange combination of hallucinatory nightmares and intense fascination only matched by my near-religious hysteria over the recent 1977 release of Star Wars.

I've had about fifty last cigarettes. Before they're out, I have the next one lit.

And life goes on and on anon, and death goes on, world without end, and you're not my friend…

She’s fun. She makes me laugh. I like her ridiculous plans. I think she’s complicated and layered.

Ilioneus, an only child, ran out of luck. He always wore that well-off look. His parents had a sheep farm. They didn’t think he would die. But a spear struck through his eye – he sat down backwards, trying to snatch back the light with stretched out hands.

Julio is way out of his element here, too. Star just doesn't realize it yet.

I hope that, when the devil days of my hurt drag out to their last dregs, and I resume on such legs are left to me, in such heart as I can manage, and remember to go home – my taste will not have turned insensitive to the honey and bread my old purity could love.

We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them.

He would have been miserable if he'd let the shop claim him, if he'd decided to be selfless and good and true. He was far better as he was now: mortal, selfish, imperfect.

I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way.
It’s no big deal. Don’t sweat it.
If I had done you permanent damage… killed you, or worse…

They say that the best revenge is living well, but you don’t always have control over that. That’s why so many of us choose the path of destruction. You don’t have to be living well to choose the path of destruction. All you have to do is have an urge to fuck shit up.

Isn’t that so sweet? And well… one thing led to another, and last night we went out on our first date. I just have to tell you about it! I have certain obligations, though, so first, let’s get to the news.

I've only ever stayed with you out of obligation.
That isn't true. You know that isn't true. We've been together since high school. I have your blood, and you have my eye. We bought a house together. We share a bed.
My god, the things I've done to keep you satisfied.
I… I don't…

I’d see other people, like you or, God, these fucking kids. I’d see them come out and be brave and deal with all this shit. I’d think, “That’s for them but it doesn’t have to be for me. Because I can fall in love with men. Because I have that option, so I’m just going to do it.”

I’ll adapt. But I’ll always be human.
Of course. It’s just as well, really.
Oh? Should I take that to mean you’re fond of me as I am?

But now we must pack up every piece of the life we used to love, just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.