You shouldn’t have isolated any of us unless your purpose was to drive us insane. You almost succeeded with me more than once. Humans need one another.
Then he began running away—until he realized there was no "away."
She could not remember when she had last touched someone. She had not realized how much she had missed it.
To survive,
Know the past.
Let it touch you.
Then let
The past
Go.
She slept a lot and was grateful to her body for responding to her alternating moods of fear and boredom by dozing frequently.
At an earlier Awakening, she had decided that reality was whatever happened, whatever she perceived.
There was an indoor fire, hot and smoky. That was the way the people looked. Hot, smoky, dirty, angry.
But that God sounds a lot like Zeus – a super-powerful man, playing with his toys the way my youngest brothers play with toy soldiers. If they’re yours, you make the rules. Who cares what the toys think. Wipe out a toy’s family, then give it a brand new family.
I write about people who do extraordinary things. It just turned out it was called science fiction.
Strangely, they seemed to like him, hold him in contempt, and fear him all at the same time. This confused me because I felt just the same mixture of emotions for him myself.
She jumps on me for sharing pain with the living, but she tries to share it with the dead.
They had clearly feared turn-of-the-century irrationality—religious overzealousness on one side, destructive hedonism on the other, with both heated by ideological intolerance and corporate greed.
The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren't any other kind and yet I found myself thinking how beautiful that glint of water was through the trees.
They could kill if they had to, and bear the pain of it or be destroyed by it. But if everyone could feel everyone else’s pain, who would torture? Who would cause anyone unnecessary pain?
There's hope in understanding the nature of God - not punishing or jealous, but infinitely malleable. There's comfort in realizing that everyone and everything yields to God. There's power in knowing that God can be focused, diverted, shaped by anyone at all.
And I began to realize why Kevin and I had fitted in so easily into this time. We weren't really in. We were observers watching a show. We were watching history happen around us. And we were actors.
It would have been better to sit and dream, better yet to find a girl and share a waking dream with her.