The old author knew all too well that the imagination was a top cause for missing good meals.
~ S.a. Tawks
But, you must remember, whatever you eat, make sure you have at least one bowl of salad with it.
A woman can never be late when she is meeting with a man. But a man can most certainly be late when he is meeting with a woman.
Her intention was to make the crowd aware, if they weren't already, that John was the giant whose shoulders Emily stood on.
Thoughts. Your imagination. The voices inside your head. They're all the same thing and spirit is what fuels it.
When you juice books from a library you are taking the history and imagination that has accumulated over so many years there.
It's in my head now. It's a memory. No camera could have captured what I saw and felt.
If someone knew equally as much about the ins and outs of your home, it would not be your home.
If you work hard all day and all night, something may come of it. You never know, it just might.
He could tell her that dogs used to look like cats and vice versa without a lick of proof and it would change the way she regarded the animals.
You've got to have high expectations to achieve top results.
It is that kind of thinking that is the problem; that movies, video games and the Internet, devices that simply amuse the imagination are more interesting than what a library stocks.
Isn't it true that a well-read book seems more alive to you, Ms Rainn?
Your doubt survives by stuffing itself with your confidence.
WARNING: The production of spirit is a very delicate and dangerous procedure. It should be left to the professionals and under absolutely no circumstance be replicated.
I didn't let what I wanted to do become a made up memory that I looked back on years down the road and wished it was real.
Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic.
The day, like all good days, passed far too quickly.
She's happy to be home but being home means that it's an end to her adventure and escape.
Our bags will be light because it's the best way to travel.
I'd gotten on the piss and it had kicked me the fuck off. Hard.
Besides, if it was the wrong choice, what difference was one more bad decision going to make?
Your choices can only be limited by your mind.
Don't just hope, dear. Plan and do. Only reserve hope for the things you cannot control.
Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.
You need a break every once in a while to enjoy the everyday and you need the everyday to enjoy the break you take every once in a while.
Reassuring thoughts have a funny way of getting stuck on repeat. Then you wake up one day and you can't remember where you put the last thirty years of your life.
However, with a gut full of heroin, it's hard to be an optimist.
Can't get myself down by thinking about what could have been, right?
I'd gotten high enough to fly through time.
I figured this guy was a fair dinkum Australian. The type of guy that worked the land all day, cracked open a beer or two at night and called girls 'sheilas'.
That's one of those questions that you think of a better answer for five minutes after you've answered it.
I figured, what harm could come from a little bit of fun? Crabs. The Canadian girl gave me crabs.
I figured that maybe he was only hanging around for the tea and tobacco and when one ran out, so would he.
Sure, I might not be someone to look up to, but you're no role model either.
By the first mouthful I knew that I was going to get drunk that night. The drink tasted too good not to.
What's inside is none of your business. Your business is getting it for him and getting it to him.
Your choice is your choice and you need to accept what happens, not shift the blame to someone else if it doesn't turn out your way.
I don't make people smoke pot or meth, snort coke, put pills or tabs in their mouths or shoot themselves up with heroin. I just transport the stuff.
I'm not a hero, though. I'm just a man.