“The man sitting in front of him was a total unit, like two or three Navy SEALS packed into one. Moreover, he looked like a logger, the kind that could walk out of the woods with a tree under each arm”
Ecochondriacs, p. 31
“The man sitting in front of him was a total unit, like two or three Navy SEALS packed into one. Moreover, he looked like a logger, the kind that could walk out of the woods with a tree under each arm”
Ecochondriacs, p. 31
Introduction: I want you to work with me on a thought experiment, and it is a thought experiment with two constituent parts. Weighed rightly, this leads naturally to a consideration of real gospel, permeated throughout with real grace. The first thing is that with this imaginary humanity that I am about to construct—in the second …
“He was a hard case, with a straight-line edge, but not a sociopath. That said, if he ever got bitten by a diamondback, the snake would be the one that died”
Ecochondriacs, p. 30
“He, like they, talked a serious game, for the future of the planet was at stake, and he, like they, was more or less a lummox, an oaf, and a simpleton”
Ecochondriacs, pp. 26-27
“But their problem was that no matter how many Pottery Barn windows they smashed, their fathers were still important figures in their respective chambers of commerce. The thing seem insoluble”
Ecochondriacs, p. 26
Introduction: Hardness of heart is a sophomoric sin. And by saying this, I am saying that hardness of heart knows how to argue in the direction of what seems to be its own interests. Those arguments ...
“She had been staring at some briefs in her brief case, and then went into the laundry room and stared at some briefs in the laundry basket, and decided that work was work wherever you are, but that she preferred being with people she loved instead of being with people she didn’t”
Ecochondriacs, p. 23
Letter to the Editor: "The Fiasco of No Fear" While reflecting on the inverse relationship of the fear of God with the fear of man, I came up with the following question: Given how so much ...
“For the last few years he had felt like he was living in an invisible cloud of mojo”
Ecochondriacs, p. 21