We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter. Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay out doors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it. Who does not remem-ber the interest with which when young he looked at shelving rocks, or any approach to a cave?
“sometimes i understand why my brother left,” she admitted quietly. “after everything that’s happened, sometimes i feel like i want out, too.”
“i get that,” wakely said, thinking of how damaging the life article was. “believe me. but that’s not really your problem. it’s not that you want out.”
she turned to look at him, confused.
“it’s that you want back in.”
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"...in short, the reduction of women to something less than men, and the elevation of men to something more than women, is not biological: it’s cultural. and it starts with two words: pink and blue. everything skyrockets out of control from there.”
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Life
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
“Plan B,” Banks said. “This is a fishing community; there’ll be other boats or dinghies somewhere around here. We need to find one and we need to find one fast. Two teams; Sarge, you take McCally and Briggs and sweep ‘round the backs of the buildings we passed; check sheds, backs of trucks, trailers – anywhere there might be a boat or inflatable. Nolan, you’re with Mac and me. We meet up back here in twenty.”
“And what if we don’t find a boat?” Mac said.
Banks smiled grimly.
“Then we’ll hollow out yon belly of yours and use you as a fucking canoe.”
today
"Today I am not in my skin. My body cannot contain me. I am spilling out
and over, like a rogue wave on the shore. Today I can’t keep myself from
feeling like I don’t have a friend in the world. And no matter how hard I
try, I can’t seem to pick myself up off the floor. My demons are lying in
wait, they are grinning in the shadows, their polished fangs glinting,
knowing today, it will be an easy kill. But tomorrow, tomorrow could be
different, and that is what keeps me going today."
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