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61 " Der Gedanke hat seinen Reiz, dass ich längst dem Untergang geweiht war und dass alle, die ich liebte, mehr über mich wussten als ich selbst. Wenn dem so ist, bin ich von allem freigesprochen, was ich falsch gemacht habe. Ich bin wehrlos und ahnungslos, aber ohne Schuld. "
― Chuck Palahniuk , Doomed (Damned, #2)
62 " Alle werden eines grässlichen Todes sterben … ist das nicht toll? "
63 " from Tokyo to Managua, "
64 " Nikhilananda’s birthday. Maybe we’d Morris dance, naked, around the base of an old-growth California redwood, its branches lavishly festooned with the soiled hammocks and poop buckets of crunchy-granola tree sitters mentoring spotted owls in passive-resistance protest techniques. You get the picture. In place of Santa Claus, my mom and dad said Maya Angelou kept tabs on whether little children were naughty or nice. Dr. Angelou, they warned me, did her accounting on a long hemp scroll of names, and if I failed to turn my compost I’d be sent to bed with no algae. Me, I just wanted to know that someone wise and carbon neutral—Dr. Maya or Shirley Chisholm or Sean Penn—was paying attention. But none of that was really Christmas. And none of that Earth First! baloney helps out once you’re dead and you discover that the snake-handling, "
65 " Gentle Tweeter, "
66 " Eventually, when I stepped back inside the parlor door, only my nana's body was left on the sofa. The best of her--her laugh, her stories, even her coughing--was gone. "