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the fact that somebody forgot to put the antihistamine cream back in its rightful place, the fact that this bugs me much more than it seems to deserve, given that there are people in the world who get beheaded, and trees are crying out for companionship and who knows what else, and all I have to worry about is a little itch on my finger
the fact that there’s some joke about a guy who dreams he’s eating a great big marshmallow and he wakes up and finds his pillow’s gone
the fact that I bet plants just hate being sung to, but there’s nothing they can do about it, the fact that they’re just sitting ducks, the fact that they can’t get away, the fact that it’s like going to a school concert, thirty beginner violinists, forty eager vuvuzelaists, the fact that maybe that’s why trees try to grow tall, just to put some distance between themselves and all that singing and tree-hugging going on nearer the ground,
the fact that everybody’s completely obsessed with crime, the fact that the half who aren’t actually committing crimes spend all their time watching crime movies and crime TV shows or reading crime novels about the people who are,
the fact that if it was selfish of the Indians not to welcome the settlers, Gnadenhutten Massacre, why isn’t it selfish of Americans not to let in anybody who wants to come here now,
the fact that Leonardo da Vinci considered the human foot a masterpiece of engineering, the fact that it doesn’t look it,
Mommy, the fact that the memory of her won’t really die out until Phoebe, Ethan and I have passed away and stop thinking about her, but she’s dead to herself, so what good to her are our memories, the fact that memories aren’t half as good as mommies,
the fact that I think the trouble is I became a mom before I figured out how to be a daughter,
the fact that some people eat to live and some live to eat, and some jog it off,
the fact that the Akron guy really thought hunting a lion would be good target practice for his boys, who’d just learned how to shoot Uzis, so off they went and one kid accidentally shot his big brother in the foot, and in return his brother shot him dead, Keds, the fact that now everybody’s blaming the lion for it, not the dad,