Category: Yo Ivanhoe

Man is what he believes. –Chekhov, Notebooks Not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you, has shaken me. –Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil The worst sort of liar, the most tragic, is the one you know is lying to you, but you believe them anyway, because you so desperately want…

When he pulled his Impala up to the gates of the cemetery it was after midnight. The place was locked up tight, and snow and fog were blowing in off the lake. It was a huge cemetery right in the middle of the city, a beautiful place for what it was, large and well-kept and…

“If you think you’re in command of a single thing in this world, little man, you are sadly mistaken, and badly mistaken as well. You are in command of nothing. Your brain is shot full of holes that reveal nothing but dark cataracts of ceaselessly roiling ignorance.” The Devil tossed his chin in the direction…

People pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead. —James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name These angels do not look like angels. They look like old people, stooped and weary, clothed in the rags they have…

We are contemptuous of transient well-being, as if there were any other kind. Routinely discounting the preponderance of evidence is not the behavior of reasonable people, nor is devaluing present experience because it may be overtaken by something worse…. Powerless people can hardly demand coherency of themselves, since they must always react to forces they…

Hardening your heart is difficult, stressful, and taxing work. You’ve never been much good at it. You’re getting better, though, as you learn to accept how necessary this work is to your survival in a world where the heart is mostly useless anymore beyond its function as pump and plumbing. The heart, you recognize, has…