R. W. Apple Quotes
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
That's why I hate the concept of falling in love. It makes you weak. It takes away your strength. Your power. Your rational sense. EVERYTHING.
The future was something I had resolutely ignored. If didn't put my full attention to the day at hand, I was afraid that the impenetrable dark on the horizon would engulf me
Life is long and dumb and devastating. People should believe whatever they need to believe to get by.
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talking only about itself
I don't want to give advice to a 19-year-old, because I want a 19-year-old to make mistakes and learn from them. Make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes. Just make sure they're your mistakes.
As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.
Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.
I prescribe a quick jerk off in the shower and a return to sanity. (Dr. Hugo Peralta)
There's a certain sort of a man whose every charm lies in his predictability.
It must be every barrister's nightmare, something that finds him or her unprepared.
Our town carves up and spits out a few seeds each year. We all approach autumn with dread because nobody wants to be a seed.
Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.And if it doesn't rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.
Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.
It rainsAnd rainsAnd rains.But there is a sky above the rain, Nothing can rot the sky.Earth has turned to mud. What of it?The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from "A Rainy Day")
She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.
As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.
The Path of Purpose is paved with healing. That healing goes as deep as the wound or only as deep as you let it.
The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.
Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.
Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter
The late eighties was a good vintage. ID was not yet fashionable so a lot of people were doing it for the right reasons - to make good design, not become stars.
Innocent droplets of rainMake almost all events Quite natural.(from "A Rainy Day")
She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket.-Seven Chillman, classmate
advertising is the price you pay for having unremarkable product or service
The notion that life could be any different - that it could be better - becomes inconceivable. You forget how good it was to be normal. Worst of all, you come to believe that you prefer it this way.
A suicide is tragic because nothing interrupted it.
Basically, when it comes to women, both aging and eating are somehow shameful.
ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes.
I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.
Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn’t want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.
Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.
a long time ago when cataclysms were commonas sneezes and land masses slidaround the globe looking for placesto settle down and become continents, someone introduced us at a party.
I rely on one thing in this world:my actions. I will leave nothing to chance and prefer playing the game of life with thestrongest hand possible.
And reading is a wonderful thing for the mind. I have not been many places in my life. But in books, I have traveled all over the world.
IN OUR CELLSThey keep us in our cellsFor a long time...And, if we get out, We lug them with us on our shoulders, Like a porter with a chest of goods.
Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.(from "Gratitude")
And she said that sometimes you wish for something very hard, it can kind of come true inside your own head, and it can seem real.
