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Show me a man or woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call “society.” Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just … come out the other side. Or you don’t.
“The day will never come in when I lose enough respect for my own hide to shit on a Texan’s mother, Stuart.”
Wise man.
asking for too much is one of humanity’s more popular ways of courting disaster.”
Love didn’t grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn’t grow very well in a place where it was always dark.
And when your head changed, he was finding out, it most always changed forever.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there … and still on your feet.
