That's the worst aspect of being a writer: managing plausibility.
Chuck PalahniukTo Mr. Jones, she said, imagine you're looking up at a blue sky, and imagine a tiny airplane skywriting the letter Z. Then let the wind erase the letter. Then imagine the plane writing the letter Y. Let the wind erase it. Then the letter X. Erase it. Then the letter W.
Let the wind erase it.
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She'd lived through something the rest of them could never imagine. So much torture and horror that she didn't need to tell people about it. She'd never need drama or joy or pain ever again.
Chuck PalahniukEvery job too miserable most times, is nothing compared to just waiting.
Chuck PalahniukTo my mind, those who can, do. Those who can't, gripe.
Chuck PalahniukHer haunting me. The way a song stays in your head. The way you think life should be. How anything holds your
attention. How your past goes with you into every day of your future.
Do you realize that anything you can do in your lifetime will be meaningless a hundred years from now?" she says.
Chuck PalahniukYou must be kidding." She says, "Having the power of life and death isn't enough. You
must wonder what other poems are in that book."
Hitting me as fast as a hiccup, me resting my weight on my good foot, just staring at her, I say no.
She says, "Maybe you can live forever."
And I say no.
And she says, "Maybe you can make anyone love you."
No.
And she says, "Maybe you can turn straw into gold."
And I say no and turn on my heel.
"Maybe you could bring about world peace," she says.
This isn't about love and hate," Helen says. It's about control. People don't sit down and read a poem to kill their child. They just want the child to
sleep. They just want to dominate. No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way. The masochist bullies the sadist into
action. The most passive person is actually an aggressor.
Every
generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture.
To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our
generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.
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