—FIFTEEN IN A THIRTY,  I AIN’T IN NO HURRY

…I wonder if the earth is ever surprised by the beauty of her sunsets.

…It’s going to be an irregular week, flying to the opposite side of the country well before dawn, so these posts won’t fall into their usual pattern.  Sorry about that.

…What does it matter?  The stark reality is it doesn’t matter.

…Every morning will be a little different now, but it’s still morning, and apparently, I’m still here.

…Jekyll and Hyde types are hard to handle, especially for people like me.  I mean, you never know what you’re going to get.  You never know what to trust, or not to trust.  The hammer can come down at any second, not caring one bit where it lands or what it crushes.

…“Crushed” is a heavy word, even though it implies being pulverized.

…One of the first things a child learns in a healthy family is trust.  That’s a pretty important thing.

…There’s a baby crying in the other room.  In my house.  Right over there.  What, what?

…I’m very much concerned, as I know you are, about what is being delivered to our children.

…Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!  One more time: Stomp!  Oh hell, why not one more time, just for fun: Stomp!

…Sandy, my darling, you hurt me real bad.  You know it’s true.

…We deal with such simple things as getting a haircut, or the feelings one has toward brothers and sisters, and the kind of anger that arises from simple or non-simple actions.

…Believe me, when something miraculous happens—like a sip of champagne or a forget-me-not among the roses—don’t try to repeat it.

…Self-preservation—now there’s a word for you.

…I am determined to walk home now, limping a little from all of the falseness, all of the breaking.

…“Look,” I murmured to the green bird who crashed into the window, “you can do this.  You can make it.”

…You cannot simply burn the past and expect it to stay burned forever.

…Straw puppets are my least favorite kind of puppets.  After all, they’re flammable.

…It was as though someone had slid ice cubes down the back of my shirt.  That, or a chainsaw.

…This is what I want to give every day—an expression of caring.   

…Wherever I go people think I’m Dwight.  I’m not Dwight.

…The love you get is equal to love you give…  Not so sure about that.

…“The unexamined life isn’t worth living.”  I think Socrates or somebody like that said this, and it kind of makes sense.

…Abraham and Rehab… Now there’s a pair, but really that’s just you and I, each one of us a duality.

…You’re crazy.  Why would you go up that mountain?

 

…What I thought were faces turned out to be mirrors that were actually skyscrapers riddled with graffiti.  It bothered me at first, until I understood that people just want to know that they exist. 

…You’ve made this day a special day just by being you.  There’s no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.

…If we can only make it clear that feelings are mentionable and manageable, we will have done a great service.

…I’m grateful, not only for your goosebumps, but for the kind of communication we have. 

…This has to do with that good feeling of control that we all need—What do you do with that mad that you feel?  When you feel so mad that you could bite?  When the whole wide world feels oh so wrong, and nothing you do seems very right?  What do you do?

…Be careful who you ask favors from.  Even a simple favor.  They might say Yes but not even mean it at all.  You could even get scalded, and burned very badly, in the process.  

…It wasn’t supposed to end this way, but this is it—the end.  Mos def.  Fini.  Time for you to start a new game.  Get that shredder cooking.