she has to take a needle and thread and sew herself up...
and i quote...
"the only reason why we ask people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend."
"jump to how life was when you were a baby and you could only eat baby food. you'd stagger over to the coffee table. you're up on your feet and you have to keep waddling along on those vienna sausage legs or fall down. then you get to the coffee table and bounce your big soft baby head on the sharp corner.
you're down, and man, oh man, it hurts. still it isn't anything tragic until mom and dad run over.
oh, your poor, brave thing.
only then do you cry."
"only when we eat up this planet will god give us another. we'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create."
"when we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."
"the one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person."
"anymore, when i see a picture of a twenty-something in the newspaper who was abducted and sodomized and robbed and killed and here's a front-page picture of her young and smiling, instead of me dwelling on this being a big, sad crime, my gut reaction is, wow, she'd be really hot if she didn't have such a big honker of a nose. my second reaction is i'd better have some good head and shoulders shots handy in case i get, you know, abducted and sodomized to death. my third reaction is, well, at least that cuts down on the competition."
it seems as bad as it is.
and you won't even come close to understanding the profound nature of these passages until you've read them as part of the whole. it's breath taking and it's worse because you believe all of it.
"the only reason why we ask people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend."
"jump to how life was when you were a baby and you could only eat baby food. you'd stagger over to the coffee table. you're up on your feet and you have to keep waddling along on those vienna sausage legs or fall down. then you get to the coffee table and bounce your big soft baby head on the sharp corner.
you're down, and man, oh man, it hurts. still it isn't anything tragic until mom and dad run over.
oh, your poor, brave thing.
only then do you cry."
"only when we eat up this planet will god give us another. we'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create."
"when we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."
"the one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person."
"anymore, when i see a picture of a twenty-something in the newspaper who was abducted and sodomized and robbed and killed and here's a front-page picture of her young and smiling, instead of me dwelling on this being a big, sad crime, my gut reaction is, wow, she'd be really hot if she didn't have such a big honker of a nose. my second reaction is i'd better have some good head and shoulders shots handy in case i get, you know, abducted and sodomized to death. my third reaction is, well, at least that cuts down on the competition."
it seems as bad as it is.
and you won't even come close to understanding the profound nature of these passages until you've read them as part of the whole. it's breath taking and it's worse because you believe all of it.