Lone and forgotten through a long sleeping, in the heart of age a child woke weeping. No invisible mother was nigh him there laughing and nodding from earth and air. No elfin comrades came at his call and the earth and the air were blank as a wall. The darkness thickened upon him creeping, in the heart of age a child lay weeping.
As readers of the volume of letters began to note the unusually amorous tone in some of her brother-in-law's missives to younger men, Alice Gibbens James, steadfast and loyal to the end, wrote to her son: "People are putting a vile interpretation on those silly letters to young men. -- Poor dear Uncle Henry."
We men are very simple people: if we like what we see, we're coming over there. If we don't want anything from you, we're not coming over there.
... He doesn't care anything about your personality or what you do for a living; your friends mean nothing to him, and whether you know Jesus is irrelevant. He just wants to know if he might be able to sleep with you, and he's talking to you to determine exactly how much he has to invest to get what he wants.
Ramona thought that growing up was the slowest thing there was, slower than waiting for Christmas to come. She had been waiting years just to get to kindergarten, and the last half hour was the slowest part of all.
A buddy from college shared this story from a family ski trip out to Alta when he was boy, so it had to have been sometime in the early ’60s. They were standing in the early morning lift line all fired up for the day to begin when it became obvious that words were being exchanged at the front of the line. Much to their surprise, things heated up rather quickly and finally the frustrated lift attendant walked to the lift shack, grabbed a double-bladed axe, returned to the front of the line and promptly chopped the tip off of the guy’s ski. He then turned to the rest of the skiers standing in line and shouted, “Does anyone else not have a lift ticket?”
I'm a fuckin' redneck. I live to play hockey ... I'll kick ass....I don't want kids.
--Levi Johnston, the boyfriend of Bristol Palin, on his MySpace page (suddenly offline. The page had not been updated in a year). The two are planning to marry.