Aug 09, 2005 22:30
“Oleander time, lovers who kill each other now blame it on the wind”
“You should get some sleep.” “I never sleep”
“Prison life agree with me. There’s no hypocrisy here. Kill or be killed and everybody knows it.”
“Do they hurt you?” “Not as much I hurt them.”
“Here’s my theory. If there’s a God, he’s so fucked up he doesn’t deserve to be prayed to.”
“Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Haven”
“Never lie down for the Father”
“This was how girls left. They packed up there suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren’t crying, that it wasn’t the worst day of their lives. That they didn’t want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn’t have gone down on there knees and thanked God of they could stay.”
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it.”
“Yes, mother, I would lie down for the father, gladly.”
Spread a malicious rumor. Let a beloved person’s old person’s dog out of the yard. Suggest suicide to a depressed person. Tell a child she isn’t very bright or attractive. Put Drano in glassine folded paper cups and leave them in street corners. Throw a handful of useless foreign coins into a beggar’s cup, and make sure they thank you profusely. “God bless you, miss”
“What is beauty if you unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for either people to use to admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.”
“Even at five in the mourning, her shirt was already unbuttoned, her cleavage heightened severely by a Frederick’s push-up bra.”
“ I hate this look by the way. You’re a sunset boulevard motel, a fifteen-dollar blow job in a parked car.”
“The truth is whatever I say it is.”
(White Oleander-by Janet Fitch)
“And that's when I figured out that tears couldn't make somebody who was dead alive again. There's another thing to learn about tears, they can't make somebody who doesn't love you any more love you again. It's the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does. I can at least see why people would want him around. It's good to have somebody to blame for the bad stuff they do. Maybe God's there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side they're gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try to do something good, it still turns out bad.”
“I'm only human, man.”
“ It's funny how people only say that after they do something bad. I mean, you never hear someone say, "I'm only human" after they rescue a kid from a burning building.”
“I think there are two ways you can see the world. You either see the sadness that's behind everything or you choose to keep it all out.”
"I haven't done anything wrong, except make a lot of mistakes.....And I know that, and I am sorry..."
(The United States of Leiland)