A free people ought not only to be armed and disciplined, but they should have sufficient arms and ammunition to maintain a status of independence from any who might attempt to abuse them, which would include their own government
I squint my eyes and glare at him. 'I don't have a crush on Quinn anymore.' He raises a golden eyebrow. 'No?' I shake my head. 'No.' 'Why is that?' I stare at him long and hard, trying to decide what to say. Should I be downright, painfully honest? I've always found that the best way to be, so I nod. 'Two words.' He waits. 'Dante. Giliberti.' I hear him suck in his breath and I smile. Sometimes, honesty is refreshing and so very worth it. 'Me?' He sounds so surprised, as though he doesn't know that he is practically a living breathing Adonis. I nod. 'You.' He studies me again and I fight the need to fidget as I wait for his reaction. After a minute of nerve-wracking silence, he finally answers. 'So, will you keep the bracelet?' I nod. 'Can I kiss you again?' I nod. So he does.
I believe art prefers rules. For some artists, the worst thing you can do is say 'Do whatever you want.' Such permission can be terrifying. I know it is for me. Often it's better if you impose rules or restrictions on a project. Requirements can force you to be creative in unusual ways.
Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
If you become too readily available to people, they begin to take you for granted; pull away, and they will clamor for you. It's a subconscious thing our society has created in the minds of the masses. This is why most of the "greats" didn't become recognized until after their deaths. If you're overlooked, rejoice, maybe your one of the future greats.