“Naked girls with the heads of Marx and Malraux prone and helpless in the glare of the headlights, tried to give them a little joie de vivre but maybe it didn't take, their constant bickering and smallness, it's like a stroke of lightning, the world reminds you of its power, tracheotomies right and left, I am spinning, my pretty child, don't scratch, pick up your feet, the long nights, spent most of my time listening, this is a test of the system, this is only a test.” WorldGivingChildrenLittlesLongNightGirlLeftFeetListeningPicksTestsConstantNakedMy TimeLightningHelplessStrokesScratchesSpinningGlareSmallnessBickeringHeadlightsLong NightsJoie De Vivre Book:Sixty stories Source: Sixty stories
“While I had many friends as a child I aslo kept a great deal to myself. I noticed that adults were drawn to me. They would talk to me for hours at my parents' parties. Strange to find yourself at seven, dressed in pagamas with feet, listening to adults tell you their deepest secrets.” ChildrenParentHoursDealsPartySecretFeetStrangeListeningAdultsSevenFinding YourselfRamaTalk To MeMany Friends Author:Frederick Lenz
“Is there anybody listening? Is there anyone who sees what's going on? Read between the lines, criticize the words they're selling. Think for yourself, and feel the walls become sand beneath your feet.” ThinkingFeelsLinesFeetWallListeningSellingSandCriticizeBetween The LinesThink For YourselfRead Between The Lines Author:Geoff Tate