Time Bomb

Therapist’s dilemma: those who need help the most, run the farthest from it.

At first, when a child meets something that scares him, the fear grows, like a wave. But when he goes into the water and swims - gets used to the water - the wave grows small. If we pull the child away when the wave is high, he never sees that, never learns how to swim and remains afraid. If he gets a chance to feel strong, in control, that's called coping. When he copes, he feels better.

Who is rich?’ the rabbis ask. And they answer: he who is satisfied with his portion.

Only good question, my friend, is one that can be answered.” “Profound.

If death is romantic, I'm a fucking poet.

But my mind was no different from anyone else's: It abhorred a vacuum. I needed something to fill the space.

The terrain deteriorated rudely to a block of scabrous one-story buildings on a dry-dust lot. A pool hall, a liquor store, and a bar advertising “nude table dancers,” all plywood-boarded and choked with graffiti. Even sin couldn’t flourish here.

I didn’t say it was a competent cabal. Two of them are dead and one’s missing.

The taxes were supposed to be for the people. Now it’s people for the taxes. Same with Social Security.

Milo mugged for the camera again, turned and faced Frisk, drew back his arm and hit Frisk, hard, in the face.