When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
The heart of Jesus glowed, because it was holy. Holy things glowed in general.
The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading or changing into anything else. The stone with the name and date was on them to weight them down.
Why aren't we investing more in alternate tech? The Saudi Arabians are, Scottish Power is. I was just there. Could it be that we're counting on the oil going on forever and ever and ever and us having all of it and getting very rich?