In the contest for your soul The devil has to play by God’s ru… You can’t ever get what you want Because you always become what you…
In all my dreams of flying my life has come
My matchmaker couldn’t find me any… but she suggested I go to the bing… and focus on the woman who played the most cards per game
Being human beings Pacifists are just as obsessed With wielding power As everybody else And just as pathological as those
I don’t know what being alone with your thoughts is like for you but for me it’s like I’m watching them
Going home had come to feel like dining in a restaurant where the food is celebrated but the customers merely tolerated
When civilization was still buildi… deconstruction was all the rage Now that everything we’ve built is… rage is all the rage
When we serve God determinedly Every day is humbling As we marvel at what we have been… And with it, the chance to give on… When we serve ourselves relentless…
Pacifism is the ultimate weapon For if you can prohibit your enemy From defending himself Then all that’s left Is to love him to death
She went to law school; I bet it all on brick ov– en pita and lost
In ancient times the scribe produced holy texts through which you encountered the sacred Today, the coder makes hypertexts through which
I risked loss And lost; I win
Life’s unhappiest surprises always come from those you’ve known forever without ever knowing the score but now you will
The universe is a kinetic watch so time only keeps going if we’re on the move making Zeno’s paradox of motion just a way of reassuring ourselves
The struggle to become an individual in no way implies the need to be unique
