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I stand and grab a hefty bottle of perfume from the bathroom shelf and return to the bedroom door. It__ not much of a weapon, I know, but it__ heavy and square, and hitting someone over the head with a glass brick has got to be better than bitch-slapping them.

I got out of the elevator and confronted Mr. Wexler. __illing is wrong._ __e kill chickens,_ Mr. Wexler said. __e kill cows. We kill trees. So big deal, we kill some drug dealers.__t was hard to argue with that kind of logic because I like cows and chickens and trees much better than drug dealers.

Facebook also has a fundamental characteristic that has proven key to its appeal in country after country__ou only see friends there.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

At their best, religious and spiritual communities help us discover this pure and naked spiritual encounter. At their worst, they simply make us more ashamed, pressuring us to cover up more, pushing us to further enhance our image with the best designer labels and latest spiritual fads, weighing us down with layer upon layer of heavy, uncomfortable, pretentious, well-starched religiosity.

Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I__l bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,__he light which, showing the way, forbids it.

It is a curious fact, but nobody ever is sea-sick - on land. At sea, you come across plenty of people very bad indeed, whole boat-loads of them; but I never met a man yet, on land, who had ever known at all what it was to be sea-sick. Where the thousands upon thousands of bad sailors that swarm in every ship hide themselves when they are on land is a mystery.

To this day I don__ know if he was struggling with the moral implications of gunning down half a dozen civilians, or if he was mentally counting to see if he had that many shells left in the gun.

now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don__ want anything personal, let__ just do it, I don__ want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes_ sure, he said, standing there, let__ just pretend that we__e already done it, there__ nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I__ rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don__ have to get shitty,...

The good that may come out of the loss does not erase its badness or excuse the wrong done. Nothing can do that.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn__ see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

Principle 1: By setting limitations, we must choose the essential. So in everything you do, learn to set limitations. _ Principle 2: By choosing the essential, we create great impact with minimal resources. Always choose the essential to maximize your time and energy.

Welcome to freakdom, Dave. It__l be time to start a Web site soon, where you__l type out everything in one huge paragraph.

If all the evidence in the universe turned in favour of creationism, I would be the first to admit it, and I would immediately change my mind. As things stand, however, all available evidence (and there is a vast amount of it) favours evolution.

Bears are simultaneously so graceful and so strong. Bears know who they are, but they often don__ know who you are, which is why they kill you.

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in...