Category Archives: Placeless
“And then of course you wonder if taking your wife to this show as the right thing to do, or if maybe you would have been better off going to dinner and having a conversation, even a monologue, as I suppose this has become.”
Teach me the quiet virtue of janitors and night stockers. Of saints who wake and sleep and live—and that is enough.
“WE ARE ON A WALK. WE ARE OUT FOR A FREAKING STROLL.”
ALCOTT: Oh gosh, well I’m just awfully glad that that we’re all here together. I do so wish we could all get along.
KEVIN stares at MATT with zero intention of voluntarily getting back in the crate. MATT gets small treat and tosses it in the crate. KEVIN obliges.
“I’ve forgotten how to hold a prayer. If I ever really knew how… there are different ways of speaking to God, of hearing his voice.”
“I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, ’This is what I believe. Finished.’ What I believe is alive … and open to growth.” (Madeleine L’Engle)
We speak to get outside of our own heads. I don’t think it particularly matters if you don’t always have an audience.
“I feel like I’m going to listen to this and it’s just going to be a bunch of my disgusting chewing noises.”