afterlife

Even from high above, I could feel Amanda's hate. Or perhaps it was another dimension of my Shadow, my own hate for her closing in on me. Despite all I had learned and seen, I wished to God someone would choke her to death so I could get ahold of her and choke her some more.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

So, O king, does the present life of man on earth seem to me, in comparison with the time which is unknown to us, as though a sparrow flew swiftly through the hall, coming in by one door and going out by the other, and you, the while, sat at meat with your captains and liegemen, in wintry weather, with a fire burning in your midst and heating the room, the storm raging out of doors and driving snow and rain before it. For the time for which he is within, the bird is sheltered from the storm, but after this short while of calm he flies out again into the cold and is seen no more. Thus the life of man is visible for a moment, but we know not what comes before it or follows after it.

When God takes out the trash, don't go digging back through it. Trust Him.

And as Sean climbs into bed and closes his eyes, Mother comes, riding astride a lion the size of a house, blowing a clarion from a horn made out of a hollowed-out elephant's tusk. Her eyes have a faint crimson glow from the lasers that are mounted behind her irises, ready to fire at will.'I touched a prince's chest today and made his heart stop,' she says. 'I'll do it again if I have to: they'll see what happens if anyone gets in my way. Good night, my son. Remember that I will always keep you safe; that I am always everywhere and always here.''Good night, Mom,' Sean says, and falls asleep.And Mother recedes, wise and beautiful and strong, a genius and a hero, a punisher of thieves and a slayer of wicked men, to watch over her son in all her different versions.

Death followed by eternity the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we're told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don't need me.nor do theliving.but the dead might needeachother.in fact, the dead might needeverything weneedandwe need so muchif we only knewwhat itwas.it isprobablyeverythingand we will allprobably dietrying to getitor diebecause wedon't getit.I hopeyou will understandwhen I am deadI got as muchaspossible.

I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well,then it's everybody'sparty.

People didn__ love all of this when they still had it. If you love something, you do what__ best for it. You don__ destroy it.

Don__ stay with someone who drives you crazy. Find someone who keeps you sane.

Well one tiny poisonous spider can kill a very large man if it bites him in the right place.

He could argue a case for anything, but that doesn__ change the fact he__ wrong most of the time.

Well, for one, you walk around like you__e so much better than everyone else. We__e all a bunch of soulless animals or somethin_ in your eyes, I guess. You__e the high and mighty one and I ain__ fit to drink your piss.

We don__ want our politicians bending to the whims of whichever corporation has the money to pay them off.

There__ a big difference between being numb to something and being immune to it.

A joke is a witticism or play on words that__ meant to be funny. I say __eant to be_ because most jokes aren__ funny. They range between mildly amusing and grimace-inducingly annoying.

You shouldn__ say mean things to people before they kill you. It__ being a sore loser.

If the only option you leave poor people with is to resort to violence in order to survive, they__l do just that. And there are lots more poor people in this world than there are rich ones.