books

Free time is a terrible thing to waste. Read a book.

The drug I take is called schizophrenia, among other labels, which I desperately want to put away. I want to put the drug of schizophrenia down, and I want to put down the stigma surrounding its label.

No, Ben. What I__ asking is: Are you the vehicle, and Georgie rides around in you? That is why Ben__ the driver, right?

Great leaders die empty. They live to offload everything they put in them! Don__ die with your books in your mind unpublished!

Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master.

When you read a book and its words agree with what you think, your view of the world or your feelings at the time, you discover that there are people out there that think like you. That takes away a feeling of loneliness.

Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.

Something clicked inside Ortez mind, like the bolt of a door latch being released. Man__ first encounter with sentient alien life was a disaster called the Gimp War in the history books. The aliens simply began an all out onslaught without any warning. Fortunately the Human race proved a little more difficult to dispose of than the aliens thought. The Gimp, or Ruminarii as they were called, were driven off and hadn__ been heard from since. Their origins were still a mystery. This was not a Ruminarii ship, but this encounter might have similar repercussions. And Commander Dayne Ortez aged 26, realized the meaning of this.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

I write to get ideas out of my head

But books were full of stories and stories were full of lies and lies hurt Jesus's feelings, so I didn't know what to think. I blamed my family. They were the ones who taught me so much about telling stories, and how not to do it, and then, in inspired moments of surprise, how to tell one so good you forgot what day it was, and I liked forgetting what day it was, so I made certain life choices that would allow me to get paid to forget what day it was and teach others to forget what day it was, which is, after all, what I think heaven probably is: the whole world, forgetting what day it is. You have to, I bet, with an endless supply of them.

There are three things I love, three things I spend time with, three things I treat alike: family; friends; and books.

A sweet kiss on her head made her little heart swell; she had pancakes, her dog. She had love. All was well.

I feel like so much has been left undone. There are friends I won't see before I leave, there are bills I still need to pay. I haven't written as much as I've wanted, and there are countless things I've said that I wish I could correct, but this is a process that will never end. When my grandmother died she left a library full of books she never finished reading. This is how I feel now.

---Sleeps through the washes of the morning's colors and the warm brilliance of sunrise. She sleeps in a world where she remembers, perfectly, every detail about her husband, this day, that sentence, another touch. She will remember it all in the deepest sleep, and lose it again the moment her eyes open and she wonders how late it must be for the sun to already be so high and then remembers, in the next instant, what happened the day before.

As long as you stay cool, nothing can defeat you

Each Christian comes from a different background, upbringing, lineage, and environment. But in Christ we are unified.