Brian McGreevy Quotes

A rich man, was one who spent a million.

God doesn't want you to be happy, He wants you to be strong.

Roman ignored her and took her ankles and flipped them purposefully, but because of her hands she could not turn all the way and ended up with her legs scissored unintuitively, and suddenly things were different. Ashley had heard girls tell stories of getting into situations and changing their minds as though this made them victims of what happened next, like that was how it worked, that you got so far and it switched off just like that and they were not themselves to blame for being little sluts and cock teases in the first place. But now she understood: it was not like that. Changing your mind was not the thing that happened at all, what changed was your body telling you what was right and what was wrong and before now she had never known the way things can just like that go all wrong.

Like a night when the energy is bloody unsalvageable but the show must et cetera. Domesticity. Times when one wonders if Medea is a tragedy or goddamn wish fulfillment.

Destiny is no more than the fulfillment of purposive potentialities within us. The human cerebral cortex is a single sheet composed of more neurons than there are stars in the known universe folded like a paper crane to fit in a quart-sized cubbyhole; there is enough potential energy in a single person that if released would equal thirty hydrogen bombs. Destiny is nothing to sneeze at!

But there are frogs deadlier than sharks

Fear is a communicable disease; it comes out in the sweat and passes from host to host. Fear is an incendiary agent; it combusts with stupidity.

It made his beard a liar.

All in all, Peter's love of being Peter was so great that like an overfilled bucket of paint it slopped over even in the smallest moments of his day.

That if a thing is defined in contrast that's what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn't be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn't be life. The badness was life, just happening, as essential a part of the good as the good. And what was there to do but to take it as it comes and to hope, to hope constantly and carnally and with no time to lose.

These fires go out but the coals don't. If this isn't ended it will be just around the corner everyday of his life. And if you don't let a boy become a man, it's no one's fault but your own when you're still wiping his ass when he should be making you grandchildren.

Our love must not be a thing of words and fine talk. It must be a thing of action and sincerity.

Knowing before ever seeing it that her ass was like a stationary drop of water on a flower stem

Peter's privatemost circuitry a sudden and confusing crossfiring at how arousing and simultaneously dick-shriveling this apparition was.

Senses will lie as dreams wake. You are not on solid ground. Don't look down.

Dr. Johann Pryce, he said, and there was a certain spurious slickness to his carriage and his smile that brought to mind the rainbow patina of oil on a puddle.

Of course, minute as its impact may be in our physical universe, the fact of quantum entanglement is this: If one logically inexplicable thing is known to exist, then this permits the existence of all logically inexplicable things. A thing may be of deeper impossibility than another, in the sense that you can be more deeply underwater
but whether you are five feet or five fathoms from the surface you are still all wet.

He had not actually known what to expect in coming here tonight, much less that it would reveal to him two essential truths of life: that men do become wolves and that if you have the privilege to be witness to such a transformation it is the most natural and right thing you have ever seen.

Well what? said Peter. He knew but had learned that if there was one advantage to the male sex it was that your obtuseness would never be underestimated; if you pretend you don't know what the problem is, half the time it just goes away.

She had not been conferred with a practical sense of how one went about this strange and all inverted business of being a girl, where seemingly natural stuff like going on about all the great things you just learned about Siberian tigers on National Geographic was suddenly weird, but totally weird stuff in and of itself like drawing around your eyeball with a pencil became normal, and it impressed to no end that it was a product of meticulous effort that made the twins seem so perfectly and effortlessly feminine.

The thing about coming back from the dead was that your life went on.

I have an ugliness it's impossible to love.

Godfrey watched helplessly as she crossed the boundary of the property, the lamppost's light extinguishing suddenly as she passed, and continued headlong down the hill; he heard the percussions of her footfalls after she passed from sight, and as those faded the rise of her cry into something horrific and wrathful, a thorn in the paw of the heavens.

That's the thing with whispers, you know you put a thousand of them together and you get howl.

Peter was quiet. He put his fingertip to the floorboard and traced the words "thank you" in the old tongue and then blew the words away.

No good ever came out of possessing a firearm in a Patsy Cline singing mood.

A question is a door and an unopened door is just part of the wall and as long as it's standing it's doing its job.

I am ugly, Uncle. There is no other way to put it. But that does not mean I am without pride, without
joy, without the same entitlement to feel deserving of love from those not obligated by blood to give
it. I may be ugly, but I can hardly imagine a reason to act like it.

The first step to liberty is respecting the rights of others.

You're always going to be surrounded by people who don't deserve you.

Hey hey hey," said Roman, "we don't love with our teeth.

Every time she used his name it was putting a pat of butter on a slice of botulism.

We can't know if we laugh at ourselves for being silly or to forget that we're not and that we are still here only by a sufferance that can be no more predicted than appeased. Like most things, probably a little of both.

To the eye a shot is only geometry and yardage and wind, but to a still-beating heart pulling a trigger on another living body and watching it fall is to be avoided, it does not give you a good feeling. If you aren't a psychopath or a male.

Wisdom is where the brain meets the heart.