Leroy Quotes

It's him," I said. "Typhon." I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!

So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?" The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman. "Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy." Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.

Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

I realize how depraved it was to instill false guilt in an innocent child's conscience, causing a distorted image of life, God, & self, leaving little if any feeling of personal worth.

The Set animal’s jaws were pried open so fast that it yelped and let go of my arm. I stood, now encased in a magical barrier twice my normal size, and kicked Leroy into a wall. Good! said Horus. Now dispatch the beast to the netherworld! Quiet man. I’m doing all the work.

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.

Leroy bet me I couldn’t find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.

I remember when I saw Peter Pan when I was little. After all the other kids wanted to reenact the battles of the lost boys, pirates, and Indians, and all I could think about was the part where Peter Pan sits still while Wendy takes a sharp needle and, with concern and maybe love, sews his shadow onto his feet. And I wonder if the pain excited him as much as it excited me to watch. I hang here, the voices still bleeding in my ears. I watch my shadow, solid like a murdered body's outline, and I pray. Maybe one more slice, just one more, will sever it forever.

There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

A leader is one who sees more than others see, who sees farther than others see, and who sees before others do." (Leroy Eims)

I never once heard her say she gone leave Leroy, and Minny don't say things twice. When she do things, they done the first time.

But life doesn't wait - it trickles between your fingers, trickles away....

Leroy interrupted Chantal's fantasies: "Freedom? As you live our your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom. You're free to melt your own individuality into the cauldron of the multitude either with a feeling of defeat or euphoria.

A man’s job is to make the world a better place to live in, so far as he is able—always remembering the results will be infinitesimal—and to attend to his own soul.

She’ll be OK,’ I say to the man behind me. ‘You sure?’ he asks, and I hear him take another step back. It’s always easy to convince people it’s OK because if it isn’t, they’d have to get involved. ‘Yeah.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you was?

This isn’t over!” Leroy jabbed his finger at Curran. He probably meant it to look aggressive, but he was swaying on his feet. “Yes, it is,” Curran told him. “Go before I change my mind.

Falling in love with Renée was not the kind of thing you walk away from in one piece. I had no chance. She put a hitch in my git-along. She would wake up in the middle of the night and say things like “What if Bad Bad Leroy Brown was a girl?” or “Why don’t they have commercials for salt like they do for milk?” Then she would fall back to sleep, while I would lie awake and give thanks for this alien creature beside whom I rested.

Want to add anything to this discussion?” The big merc sucked in a hoarse breath. His face shook with the strain of making words come out. “. . . Fuck you!” Oh, you dimwit. “Fuck you!” “Leroy!” Camo Pants barked. “And fuck your bitch, too!” Leroy declared. Curran looked at me. “How about now? Can I twist his head off now?

Lot a folks think if you talk back to you husband, you crossed the line. And that justifies punishment. You believe that line?" I scowl down at the table. "You know I ain't studying no line like that." "Cause that line ain't there. Except in Leroy's head. Lines between black and white ain't there either. Some folks just made those up, long time ago. And that go for the white trash and society ladies too.

Sorrow is allowed, sorrow is advised; all we have to do is let go, all we have to do is love.

I lived in a big bunkhouse of thirty farm workers with Leroy, who was a stranger to me in many ways because he was always talking about unions and unity. But he had a way of explaining the meanings of words in utter simplicity, like "work" which he translated into "power," and "power" into "security." I was drawn to him because I felt that he had lived in many places where the courage of men was tested with the cruelest weapons conceivable.

We become our decisions over time. We choose to love, or we can choose to hate. We can choose to forgive, or we can choose to take revenge; to have hope, or we can choose to fall into despair. But, regardless, we become our choices we make over time." p. 318

I learned in that moment that there are different darknesses. That there is ordinary darkness, like the night in the countryside, where, even on a night with no moon, as you stare things loom, take form; and there is another darkness, a darkness so profound you cannot begin to imagine it, cannot conjure it up in your mind. A darkness that blots out all you remember or hope for. A darkness that teaches that all that consoles you is false.

It is a pity that no one in Paris bothered to quote Coleridge, who wrote, long before cubism, that the true poet is able to reduce 'succession to an instant.' Simultaneity in this sense is the property of all great poetry.

I get so mad at myself for being so weak! How can I love a man who beats me raw? Why do I love a fool drinker? One time I asked him, “Why? Why are you hitting me?” He leaned down and looked me right in the face. “If I didn’t hit you, Minny, who knows what you become.” I was trapped in the corner of the bedroom like a dog. He was beating me with his belt. It was the first time I’d ever really thought about it. Who knows what I could become, if Leroy would stop goddamn hitting me.

I wonder what causes you most regret, in the final years of your life: the undone things-- or the things you did that you ought not to have done.

Going home to Millie; and the little boy who I know will rush into my arms when I get there; whose grey eyes will shine when he looks at me, who will smile with Gunther's smile.

How many remember where they were when the war began on the 1st of September 1939? I remember. I should remember. I started it. My name is Robert Leroy Parker.

I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like No, that’s our huge friend Leroy! He’s going to help us! But no such luck.

A man’s job is to make the world a better place to live in, so far as he is able—always remembering the results will be infinitesimal—and to attend to his own soul. —LEROY PERCY

Who knows, what I could become, if Leroy would stop goddamn hitting me.

you can't be a doctor. Only boys can be doctors. Leroy's got to be the doctor." "You're full of shit, Spiegelglass, Leroy's dumber than I am. I got to be doctor because I'm the smart one and being a girl don't matter." "You'll see. You think you can do what boys do but you're going to be a nurse, no two ways about it. It doesn't matter about brains, brains don't count. What counts is whether you're a boy or a girl." I hauled off and belted her one.

What did you do to Eduardo?” “I don’t know any Eduardo!” Mac wheezed. I twisted his arm a fraction more. He cried out. “I know your name is Mac. I know that’s your redneck cousin Leroy. I know you’re in Eduardo’s territory, muscling in on his gig, and I know that you stole the FJ Cruiser from his fiancée. Look at me. Look at my eyes.” Mac looked up at me. His face went white. My voice was barely above a whisper, but I sank a lot of rage into it. “Eduardo is my friend. His fiancée is my friend. She is his sister.” I pointed at Curran. “Tell me everything you know or I’ll break your arm right here.” I tapped his shoulder. “Then I’ll keep breaking it here and here and here. No amount of medmagic and steel pins will fix it. It’ll never work right again and it will always hurt.

Where did the terror come from? Not from the violence; violence gives release from terror. Not from Leroy’s wrongness, for if he were altogether wrong, an evil man, the matter would be simple and no cause for terror. No, it came from Leroy’s goodness, that he is a decent, sweet-natured man who would help you if you needed help, go out of his way and bind up a stranger’s wounds. No, the terror comes from the goodness and what lies beneath, some fault in the soul’s terrain so deep that all is well on top, evil grins like good, but something shears and tears deep down and the very ground stirs beneath one’s feet.

She shut her eyes: the sweet word "promiscuity" came to her mind and suffused her; she enunciated silently to herself: "promiscuity of ideas." How could such contradictory attitudes follow after one another in a single head like two mistresses in the same bed? In the past that nearly infuriated her, but today it entrances her: for she knows that the contract between what Leroy used to say and what he's professing today doesn't matter in the slightest. Because one idea is as good as another. Because all statements and positions carry the same value, can rub against one another, nestle, snuggle, fondle, mingle, diddle, cuddle, couple.

When Debbie was fourteen, she felt "impressed by the Lord" to marry Ray Blackmore, the community leader. Debbie asked her father to share her divine impression with Prophet LeRoy Johnson, who would periodically travel to Bountiful from Short Creek to perform various religious duties. Because Debbie was lithe and beautiful, Uncle Roy approved of the match. A year later the prophet returned to Canada and married her to the ailing fifty-seven-year-old Blackmore. As his sixth wife, Debbie became a stepmother to Blackmore's thirty-one kids, most of whom were older than she was. And because he happened to be the father of Debbie's own stepmother, Mem, she unwittingly became a stepmother to her stepmother, and thus a step grandmother to herself.

I could not personally care less about whether JT Leroy turns out to be fictional or not. I find fictional people writing fiction no more or less objectionable than real people writing fiction, because it’s fiction,

Leroy's reasoning is dry as a razor, and Chantal agrees: love as an exaltation of two individuals, love as fidelity, passionate attachment to a single person - no, that doesn't exist. And if it does exist, it is only as self-punishment, willful blindness, escape into a monastery. She tells herself that even if it does exist, love ought not to exist, and the idea does not maker her bitter, on the contrary, it produces a bliss that spreads throughout her body. She thinks of the metaphor of the rose that moves through all men and tells herself that she has been living locked away by love and now she is ready to obey the myth of the rose and merge with its giddy fragrance.

To where," added Leroy, "resides the answer to your question: why are we living? what is essential in life?" He looked hard at the lady. "The essential, in life, is to perpetuate life: it is childbirth, and what precedes it, coitus, and what precedes coitus, seduction, that is to say kisses, hair floating in the wind, silk underwear, well-cut brassieres, and everything else that makes people ready for coitus, for instance good chow - not fine cuisine, a superfluous thing no one appreciates anymore, but the chow everyone buys - and along with chow, defecation, because you know, my dear lady, my beautiful adored lady, you know what an important position the praise of toilet paper and diapers occupies in our profession. Toilet paper, diapers, detergents, chow. That is man's sacred circle, and our mission is not only to discover it, seize it, and map it but to make it beautiful, to transform it into song. Thanks to our influence, toilet paper is almost exclusively pink, and that is a highly edifying fact, which, my dear and anxious lady, I would recommend that you contemplate seriously.

You know," said Jack, "I was a King for a while in Hindoostan, and my subjects would get worked up into a lather about a potato, which to them was worth as much as a treasure-chest. At first I'd want to know everything about the potato in question, and I would take a large stake in the matter, but towards the end of my reign—" Here Jack rolled his eyes, as Frenchmen frequently did during encounters with Englishmen. Leroy seemed to take his meaning very clearly. "It is the same with every King.

The secret of success is concentrating interest in life, interest in sports and good times, interest in your studies, interest in your fellow students, interest in the small things of nature, insects, birds, flowers, leaves, etc. In other words to be fully awake to everything about you & the more you learn the more you can appreciate & get a full measure of joy & happiness out of life.

In a failed attempt to ease my concerns over that, a few emails came to me explaining how some other members of the board were even less competent than McLeroy. For example, Vice Chairman David Bradley famously said, “This critical thinking stuff is gobbledygook. Students need to be able to jump to their own conclusions.” Yes,

He had not healed Bobby because there was nothing wrong with him.

It was a strange sight to see these black men rallying around the Stars and Stripes, when white men were trampling them under foot and riddling them with bullets.

Doing and acting build a culture of excellence

Mom asked Dad "where is Mickey?" Dad said that the hogs are him, that's when the pot of beans went flying through the air. Uncle Leroy said, "I think I'll go back home now.

Too often we accept the superficial over the substantive and settle for quick, easy solutions rather than doing the hard work to find a superior answer.

When we understand that God’s method of accomplishing His plan and purposes is people, we will begin to understand our role in the kingdom of God.

I learned to love the unlovable, to forgive the unforgivable, to reach the unreachable, and to teach the unteachable.

Rosie had what are termed ‘grateful looks’. She was grateful if anybody looked. Few did, not even Jack. Leroy Baker was a poor example of strength.

I’m afraid he’ll leave me if I do. I know it makes no sense and I get so mad at myself for being so weak! How can I love a man who beats me raw? Why do I love a fool drinker? One time I asked him, “Why? Why are you hitting me?” He leaned down and looked me right in the face. “If I didn’t hit you, Minny, who knows what you become.” I was trapped in the corner of the bedroom like a dog. He was beating me with his belt. It was the first time I’d ever really thought about it. Who knows what I could become, if Leroy would stop goddamn hitting me.

Give yourself more credit, little nightmare,” said Leroy. “I know I do.” Nova grunted. “I’ll think about it,” she said, shoving open the door. “And don’t call me that.” Leroy only smiled.

In the little patch of concrete by the front porch were the two pennies stuck in there when Leroy and I started first grade. “Long as we got those two cents,” Carrie would say, “we ain’t broke.

It's a pretty good little old place after all, and I have little time for the gloomers who are eternally shrieking that this old mud ball is rolling to the bow wows. I am satisfied to take my chances with this one, thank you, and not worry about the next . . . You must carry along with you a lively imagination and plenty of romance in your soul. Some of the most wonderful things in the world will seem dull and drab unless you view them in the proper light.

I never met anyone who didn’t like Clark Gable,” director Mervyn LeRoy once said. “He was a great individual, a great citizen, and was admired by all who knew him. He will be remembered when most other stars are ‘gone with the wind.

Leroy remained silent, and no wonder; Maggie knew how chirpy and artificial she sounded. An old person, trying too hard. But if only Leroy could see that Maggie was still young underneath, just peering out from behind an older face mask!

I look at Paris Hilton, think about her parents' fortune and her grandparents' fortune. She thought she had it all together. A whole lot of people think that, that when you got money you can do anything you want to do. But I want to tell you there are some things money can't do for you; Money can buy you a house, but can't buy you a home; Money can buy you food to put on your table, but can't buy an appetite; Money can buy you one of the most finest matresses in the world, but can't buy you sleep.

I am here today because I have learned in the most painful way possible that ignorance, hatred, bigotry, and prejudice lead to violence and tragedy…. And I have learned that love, honesty, support, and acceptance…lead to health, wholeness, and self-esteem for our children.

He flipped through channels until he found reruns of NCIS. "Understanding murder is simple compared to understanding a woman, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. You been married a bunch of times. What advice would you give me?" He talked to the character on the television. Gibbs said, "Grab your gear.

I was so raw I didn't know about the Lambeau Leap-a Packer player celebrates catching a touchdown by leaping into the stands. It was started by Leroy Butler years before and has been copied by players all over the league. Don't be fooled, though. The only legitimate Lambeau Leap is celebrated by a Packer at Lambeau Field.

When you as the leader fail to deal with sin in your own life, the people who work with you will soon lose confidence in you. If you are the leader, you must arm yourself for a lifetime of fighting against your natural tendencies toward self-indulgence and your proneness to blame others when you should assume responsibility.

Love Poem with Peanut Shells" Now I am in the warm oil of your mouth, comfortably sleeping in your throat. We build with flagstone, shop for sconces and radiance. Your large hands bundle and stack wood into walls. You digest my shape, unlit layer, lung. Light begins here, where we are one decimal point, where I stand with a cool blue hat that covers my eyes, red shoes that drop anchor. Where we sit in bars with peanut shells with Mikes and Leroys and Toms. Where you counsel me on lips and throat. Where you love the hiss of my atom. Where the ocean is zero miles from everywhere. Here, madness has no map. Here, God is abridged. 0 to be loved this way. To have lips that bear fruit. To be cancelled.

Dang nib it,

She married Mr. Gundover's Dick.

Integrity and trust, they matter

Šašavo, kako se svi borimo s ključevima koje imamo u rukama i koji nužno ne otvaraju vrata.

Oswald Chambers advised, “Don’t read to remember; read to realize.

Beside assurance and acceptance, a growing Christian has four basic needs. He needs protection, fellowship, food, and training.

He had done it. He had taken hold

the words printed on paper. God uses His Word as a means, as an instrument to communicate Himself to us. “I am laid low

Trusting the unseen is trusting yourself.

Sometimes I feel as though the real things are passing me by. As though I've been pushed to the margins of life.

Soul Food I say, I say Hey, Hey Mr. Devil, let me level with you -- As I'm goin' to hell to make my debut As the baddest motherfucker from 10th Avenue -- I just wants to know before I meet you below Is you gonna' fricasee this poor ol' Negro. I heard Leroy say to my man the other day That you Devils fricasee the black folk come your way. No you got to admit that this here spade on a spit Is a damn ugly sight that may make you vomit. So let's make a deal about changin' your meal Because my black ass on a skewer Serves fewer than veal

Cypress laid waste to the tunnels, caverns, and shadows of the other world. She drew upon memories of her own blood: her presence would be a mortal threat to those who wounded, maimed, her ancestors, her lovers, Leroy. Like those women before her, who loaded bundles on their heads and marched off to fields that were not their own, like the "bearers" of her dreams swamped with births of infants they would never rear, Cypress clung to her body, the body of a dancer; the chart of her recklessness, her last weapon, her perimeters: blood, muscle, and the will to simply change the world.

Prediabetes is easily identified through clinical measurements such as insulin resistance, fasting glucose levels, and glycated hemoglobin (HbA1c, often abbreviated to A1c). Unfortunately, we act on these measurements far less frequently than we should. Early interventions are far easier and far more effective than the more complex and generally ineffective therapies available to treat advanced diabetes. In most cases, all it takes to reverse prediabetes are some straightforward lifestyle choices, including a decrease in dietary sugar and an increase in exercise. These changes require some discipline but are generally simple and even pleasurable.

At length Lincoln climbed onto the end platform of a train composed just for this first leg of his journey, a small but cheery “Special” with a locomotive and wood-filled tender, baggage car, and a single bright-yellow passenger car. The locomotive was a tried-and-true 4-4-0—four unpowered small wheels on a guide “bogie” up front, four giant fifty-four-inch-diameter drive wheels under the cab and body—built by the Hinkley Locomotive Works of Boston, and, per custom, given a name: “L. M.Wiley.” Whether Lincoln knew it at the time or not, the engine’s namesake, Leroy M. Wiley, sixty-six, a wealthy director of the Great Western Railroad, was a slaveholder from Alabama with plantations in Eufaula and Macon County. He would soon be declared an “alien enemy.

Biff turned the wedding ring on his finger. ‘I just never did like Leroy, and we had a fight. In those days I was different from now.’ ‘No. There was some definite thing you did that for. We been knowing each other a pretty long time, and I understand by now that you got a real reason for every single thing you ever do. Your mind runs by reasons instead of just wants. Now, you promised you’d tell me what it was, and I want to know.’ ‘It wouldn’t mean anything now.’ ‘I tell you I got to know.’ ‘All right,’ Biff said. ‘He came in that night and started drinking, and when he was drunk he shot off his mouth about you. He said he would come home about once a month and beat hell out of you and you would take it. But then afterward you would step outside in the hall and laugh aloud a few times so that the neighbors in the other rooms would think you both had just been playing around and it had all been a joke. That’s what happened, so just forget about it.

Black Mary: Leroy. And John. And Cujoe. And Sam. And Robert. One after the other they come and they go. You can't hold on to none of them. They slip right through your hands. They use you up and you can't hold them. They all the time taking till it's gone. They ain't tried to put nothing to it. They ain't got nothing in their hand. They ain't got nothing to add to it. They too busy taking. They taking 'cause they need. You can't blame them for that. They so full of their needs they can't see you. Now here you come. You don't even know what you need. All you see is a woman. You can't see nothing else. You can't think nothing else. That blinds you. (Black Mary turns to him. A new thought occurs to her.) Okay, Mr. Citizen. I'll come to your room tonight. But the morning got to come, Mr. Citizen. What you got then? You tell me tomorrow. You wake up and look at your hands and see what you got. Citizen: I got me. That's all there is. Black Mary: That ain't never gonna be enough.

known by the fruit we bear. You try to live for Jesus, Elisabeth. I know you do.” Elisabeth scowled. “Doesn’t God want me to?” “Sure, but why?” “Daddy, I’m asking you.” Dr. LeRoy stood and stretched, and Elisabeth did the same. His yawn was contagious too, but she fought sleep. If her own mother had the same problem she did, and she had found the answer, Elisabeth would not rest until she found it too. Her father sat again. “Listen carefully, Elisabeth. Your mother finally realized what grace was all about. It means we don’t have to please God, because we can’t.” Elisabeth was confused. “You mean we’re not supposed to try to—” He cupped her face in his hands. “We try to live godly lives to show our thanks to him for grace. Nothing we can do on our own can please God. You know the verses.” “‘For by grace are ye saved through faith,’” she said, “‘and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.’” “We’re saved by the grace of God, Elisabeth. Living godly is noble. But don’t do it for any reason other than to thank God for the gift of grace. Otherwise, you’re still trying to earn his favor.

This makes me very sad.  All of this time I have been griping

Have you got an idea about this case, Leroy?" "No," mumbled Encyclopedia. Mrs. Brown looked hurt. She had come to expect her son to solve a case before dessert.

Jonny Leroy of ThoughtWorks is the Inverse Conway Maneuver, which suggests evolving team and organizational structure together to promote the desired architecture.

Did you ever think that life is maybe a game? There is no difference between life and a game, you know. - Robert Anton Wilson When you play a game of thrones, you win or you die. - George R.R. Martin LEEEEROY JENKINS! - Leroy Jenkins

April 21, 1897, by one of the most prominent citizens in Kansas, Alexander Hamilton. In an affidavit quoted in several recent UFO books and journals, Hamilton states that he was awakened by a noise among the cattle and went out with two other men. He then saw an airship descend gently toward the ground and hover within fifty yards of it. It consisted of a great cigar-shaped portion, possibly three hundred feet long, with a carriage underneath. The carriage was made of glass or some other transparent substance alternating with a narrow strip of some material. It was brilliantly lighted within and everything was plainly visible—it was occupied by six of the strangest beings I ever saw. They were jabbering together, but we could not understand a word they said. Upon seeing the witnesses, the pilots of the strange ship turned on some unknown power, and the ship rose about three hundred feet above them: It seemed to pause and hover directly over a two-year-old heifer, which was bawling and jumping, apparently fast in the fence. Going to her, we found a cable about a half-inch in thickness made of some red material, fastened in a slip knot around her neck, one end passing up to the vessel, and the heifer tangled in the wire fence. We tried to get it off but could not, so we cut the wire loose and stood in amazement to see the ship, heifer and all, rise slowly, disappearing in the northwest. Hamilton was so frightened he could not sleep that night: Rising early Tuesday, I started out by horse, hoping to find some trace of my cow. This I failed to do, but coming back in the evening found that Link Thomas, about three or four miles west of Leroy, had found the hide, legs and head in his field that day. He, thinking someone had butchered a stolen beast, had brought the hide to town for identification, but was greatly mystified in not being able to find any tracks in the soft ground. After identifying the hide by my brand, I went home. But every time I would drop to sleep I would see the cursed thing, with its big lights and hideous people. I don’t know whether they are devils or angels, or what; but we all saw them, and my whole family saw the ship, and I don’t want any more to do with them.

When you suggest that the client close at a loss... The words that I consider to have magical power in the sense that they make for a more easy acceptance of the loss are these: "Transfer your assets.

I am afraid of the dark, and this fear is gaining power over me with every moment I spend in the cellar. My stepmother is perfectly aware of this fear; I even used a nightlight to go to sleep when I lived upstairs. If she wanted to punish me, click, off it would go, leaving me to cry in the dark. Fear is not always rational, it is powered by your imagination, or an accumulation of past experiences that teaches you to be afraid. In this cellar I have an abundance of fears to choose from, be it the creations of my own mind or the reality of where I am.

That Washer guy is gross,” Tory Vega’s voice caught my attention and my head snapped sideways as I spotted her and Darcy walking down the path with Geraldine Grus in tow. “He’s the most bothersome babbalumbaduke I ever saw,” Geraldine agreed. Tory rolled her eyes, looking away from her, clearly not enjoying the girl’s company nor in any mood to indulge it. And I knew exactly why. Darcy on the other hand, gave Geraldine a polite smile and answered her. Ever the sweetheart. You won’t be so sweet when you embrace your inner Fae, Blue. “What’s a babbalumba-thing?” Darcy frowned and Geraldine flapped her arms and gasped like someone had just dropped dead in front of her. “You haven’t heard of a babbalumbaduke!? My queen-” “Darcy,” she interjected and my brows arched at her dismissal of the royalist’s bullshit. “Pish-posh!” Geraldine waved a hand. “A babbalumbaduke is the most creepsome creature you can imagine. It crawls from sewers and pulls unsuspecting virgins into its grasp, never to let go. The legend says it feasts upon their innocent flesh with nothing but its two-pronged armensprout.” “To be fair, that does sound like Washer,” Tory said with a smirk. “Yeah, but what’s an armensprout?” Darcy wrinkled her nose and my lips twitched up at the corner at how fucking cute she looked. Then I murdered that lip twitch and gritted my jaw, replacing the curiosity within me about her with a healthy dose of hatred. She was a Vega. Their name alone was a curse on this land. “My good lady!” Geraldine wailed. They were close now, about to pass me by on the path as they circled The Orb, probably headed for dinner. “An armensprout is a dilly dongle. A war-willy wingle. A goblin of the grouse. A terrible Leroy.” “A dick?” Tory guessed and a snort escaped my lips that made Darcy’s head snap around to look into the trees. My heart bolted up into my throat even though I knew she couldn’t see me. But I swear her eyes found my fucking soul anyway. “Wait, that monster thing eats people with its dick?” Darcy snorted. “Why yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” Geraldine guffawed. Darcy suddenly tripped over her own feet and almost went flying to the ground, but my fingers flicked and I cast air magic before I knew what I was even doing, catching her so she didn’t hit the ground. She looked confused as hell and Tory chuckled, linking her arm through hers and pulling her along. What the fuck did I just do? I’d just spent the past ten minutes tripping up students and Darcy hadn’t even had her shirt tucked in. So why hadn’t I taken the opportunity to send her flying into the mud? “Come on, clumsy butt,” Tory said and Darcy laughed. “Are you okay, my sweet lady?” Geraldine gasped, hovering around her and Darcy’s cheeks pinked as she waved her away. “Yup, just hungry,” she said brightly and the only way I could describe Geraldine’s next movement was a high-kneed gallop as she beckoned the girls after her down the path. “Make way – make way!” she cried at the other students, blasting some of them off the path with her water magic. “The true queens are coming through!” Tory whispered in Darcy’s ear and I tuned my senses on them to catch it. “Do you think we can outrun her if we turn back and skip dinner?” “No chance. Look at those legs go,” Darcy said and they both fell into silent laughter, leaning on each other, their bond shining clearly between them. (Orion POV)

I stuck out my hand and shook the hand of the enemy, he was no enemy, he was as scared and lonely like me. The power of music.

the attention residue concept is still telling because it implies that the common habit of working in a state of semi-distraction is potentially devastating to your performance. It might seem harmless to take a quick glance at your inbox every ten minutes or so. Indeed, many justify this behavior as better than the old practice of leaving an inbox open on the screen at all times (a straw-man habit that few follow anymore). But Leroy teaches us that this is not in fact much of an improvement. That quick check introduces a new target for your attention. Even worse, by seeing messages that you cannot deal with at the moment (which is almost always the case), you’ll be forced to turn back to the primary task with a secondary task left unfinished. The attention residue left by such unresolved switches dampens your performance.

More than 86 percent of total healthcare dollars are spent on chronic disease in the United States, where $1 out of every $5 spent is on healthcare.10 That’s $4 trillion, rising at more than 6 percent per year—a rate that will be impossible to fund if it continues for even fifteen years.

Can our current system be adapted to the new disease paradigm? That’s doubtful—and it probably won’t take you four trillion guesses to figure out why. Four trillion dollars a year is a lot of money. And although the way it’s being spent isn’t good for most peoples’ health, it has contributed to profitability for some medically oriented constituencies.

By not focusing on prevention, it is as if our healthcare system places no value whatsoever on a healthy life.

under the current healthcare system, wellness isn’t profitable.

Healthcare today generally waits for visible symptoms to treat illness, allowing conditions that might otherwise be successfully treated early to grow to the point that treatment is either ineffective, terribly difficult, or prohibitively expensive. And it makes little attempt to educate patients about their own responsibilities when it comes to optimizing their well-being—something doctors are almost never trained to do.

The lack of training in nutrition mirrors that in other important areas of human health, including exercise (more than half of the physicians trained in the United States received no formal education in physical activity), sleep (medical school students across several nations receive about three hours of education on healthy sleep), and stress (just 3 percent of visits to a primary care physician include any discussion on this topic).

The measurements of wellness we should be collecting—the genome, phenome, and digital measures of health—are far more detailed and subtle than “how we feel.” Together, they capture information on hundreds of different biological systems. If we begin collecting these measures in a state of wellness, the resulting data can predict wellness-to-disease transitions that are imperceptible to our conscious minds.

Just as doctors have always searched for patterns in the smaller data sets with which they have been working, AI will seek patterns in the infinitely more complicated data sets that exist now and in the future. And if there is one thing AI is good at, it’s finding patterns.

Medical expenses contribute to two-thirds of all bankruptcies in the United States.

Salerno and Carrillo saw Feinstein’s press conference on a television in a ground-floor office and became livid. By divulging the particulars of their evidence, the mayor was giving the Stalker the opportunity to get rid of the evidence—the shoes, the .25 automatic, and other guns. Dianne Feinstein was shooting holes in their case. They went upstairs to their desks speechless with anger. Leroy Orozco called and said they’d already complained about Feinstein to their captain, who’d gone to Police Chief Darryl Gates.

Philip Leroy,

Dang nib it,” said Leroy. He stopped and took off his hat.

I seen you actin’ up with your plane. Real fancy. And when I landed I asked: ‘Who’s that young duck with his pinfeathers showin’?’ and they told me it was you tryin’ out a plane you’d just bought.” He stared at LeRoy and wagged his finger: “You’re clever, but you ain’t clever enough to break the rules.” “What rules?” “Not many. Five, six? Stay away from whirlin’ propellers, they chop you into mincemeat. Never, never climb into your plane without checkin’ the gas. An empty tank is remorseless. You’ll be flyin’ into strange areas without strips, so never, never land straight in. Circle to see whether the ice is frozen or the sand strip along the river is solid. On the way out, check every visible point, you’ll need ’em comin’ back. Don’t hesitate to sleep beside your plane, because tryin’ to find your way home at night in a fog ain’t really productive. And for Christ’s own sweet sake, tie down your cargo. Keep plenty of light rope in your plane and lash down them floatin’ objects, or sure as hell they’re goin’ to smash right into the back of your head at sixty miles an hour.” As LeRoy tried to visualize the situations in which these instructions would apply, the old-timer added a special one for Alaska: “And, LeRoy, maybe you wouldn’t think of this, but in winter always keep an armful of spruce branches in the rear of your plane, tied down, of course.

Slavery was a deadly cancer eating into the life of the nation; but, somehow, it had cast such a glamour over us that we have acted somewhat as if our national safety were better preserved by sparing the cancer than by cutting it out.

Carry individual items as opposed to whole lines. We wouldn’t try to carry a whole line of spices, or bag candy, or vitamins. Each SKU (a single size of a single flavor of a single item) had to justify itself, as opposed to riding piggyback into the stores just so we had a “complete” line. Depth of assortment now was of no interest. As soon as Fair Trade ended in 1978, we began to get rid of the hundred brands of Scotch, seventy brands of bourbon, and fifty brands of gin. And slowly (it was like pulling teeth) we dismantled the broad assortment of California boutique wines. No fixtures. By 1982, the store would have most of its merchandise displayed in stacks with very little shelving. This implied a lower SKU count: a high-SKU store needs lots of shelves. The average supermarket carries about 27,000 SKUs in 30,000 square feet of sales area, or roughly one SKU per square foot. Trader Joe’s, by 1988, carried one SKU per five square feet! Price-Costco, one of my heroes, carried about one SKU per twenty square feet. As much as possible I wanted products to be displayed in the same cartons in which they were shipped by the manufacturers. This was already a key element in our wine merchandising. Each SKU would stand on its own two feet as a profit center. We would earn a gross profit on each SKU that was justified by the cost of handling that item. There would be no “loss leaders.” Above all we would not carry any item unless we could be outstanding in terms of price (and make a profit at that price per #7) or uniqueness. By the end of 1977, we increased the size of the buying staff, adding one very key person, Doug Rauch, whom we hired out of the wholesale health food trade. Leroy, Frank Kono, Bob Berning, and Doug rolled out Five Year Plan ’77, which for purposes of this history I call Mac the Knife. Back in those days we had no idea how sharp that knife would become! We just wanted to survive deregulation. Everything now depended on buying. So here we go into the next chapter, Intensive Buying.

And be truthful,” added Two Hawks. “Women love it when you speak with a straight tongue. You will live longer.

His album that year was Sign O’ the Times. I took the fact that the gang in the title track was named the Disciples as a personal tribute. The tour behind that record was the best Rock show I’ve ever seen. I went three times, and it blew my mind every time. The production was the highest evolution of the live, physical part of our Artform I have ever seen. It was Prince’s vision, but his production designer, LeRoy Bennett, deserves much of the credit for pulling it off. It was Rock, it was Theater, it was Soul, it was Cinema, it was Jazz, it was Broadway. The stage metamorphized into different scenes and configurations right before your eyes, transforming itself into whatever emotional setting was appropriate for each song. On top of that, the music never stopped, for three solid hours. Prince wrote various pieces, or covered Jazz, as interstitial transitions for those moments when the stage was shifting or the musicians were changing clothes. At one point, he even had a craps game break out, which made me laugh—it brought me back to Dr. Zoom and the Sonic Boom and our onstage Monopoly games. They captured it pretty well on film, but it can’t compare. When you’re watching a movie, your mind is used to scene changes, different sets and lighting. Live, it’s something else. That kind of legerdemain before your eyes is mind-boggling.

The largest apartment in the Dakota belongs to restaurateur Warner LeRoy, the son of movie director Mervyn LeRoy and the nephew of all the Warner brothers. Originally, the LeRoys’ apartment consisted of only ten large rooms on the sixth floor, but when another apartment of the same size became available on the floor immediately above, the LeRoys bought that one too. They persuaded the building to let them construct a staircase between the two apartments, giving them the Dakota’s only duplex, unless one counts Ward Bennett’s split-level pyramid on the roof, the Novaks’ basement studio, and the various sleeping-lofts and balconies that have been inserted between floors here and there. The LeRoy apartment, as might be expected, has been decorated in

LeRoy got into a bit of trouble early in 1978 when it was learned that she was preparing certain dishes in her kitchen for the Tavern on the Green, another of her husband’s restaurants just down the street. This, it seemed, violated some city health code. In addition to kitchens that a luxury hotel might envy, the LeRoy apartment also contains a screening room for movies.

was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like No, that’s our huge friend Leroy! He’s going to help us! But no such luck. He simply nodded

One of the great secrets to success in life is to invert this impulse and do the “good thing” today while telling ourselves we can do the “bad thing” tomorrow.

Every time you switch your attention from one task to another, you’re basically asking your brain to switch all of these cognitive resources,” Leroy explained to me when I asked her about this work. “Unfortunately, we aren’t very good at doing this.

Connie and I had vodka gimlets to start, and we both went for Leroy’s special of the day: a grilled grouper sandwich with spicy french fries, served with a salad of Bibb lettuce, red onions, and a vinaigrette sauce. A winner. Connie attacked her food with enthusiasm and didn’t mention a word about proteins, cholesterol, or fat, for which I was thankful. Nutrition nuts are the world’s most boring dining companions. They make every bite a guilt trip, which forces me to gorge to prove my disdain for calories. I mean, if God had wanted us to nibble, He wouldn’t have created veal cordon bleu.

you cannot hope to understand a biological system that is chaotically broken though disease if you do not understand its normal operational state. This means you cannot hope to understand a state of disease if you don’t understand a state of wellness.

Why should medicine be all about fighting disease? Why shouldn’t it, first and foremost, be about keeping people well?

healthcare that is predictive, preventive, personalized, and participatory.

To create leading-edge biological technology, you had to gather under one roof all the different specializations required for a wide range of highly complex technical projects beyond biologists: chemists, computer scientists, engineers, mathematicians, physicists, and physicians. You had to put them in proximity to one another and create the conditions for serendipitous interaction. You had to teach them how to understand one another’s languages. And you had to treat them the way a good football coach treats a team—respectful of each person’s contribution to the whole and mindful that everyone is an expert on their own position.

Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.

Leroy helped me process the reality that when we engage in the messiness and tension of a suffering community, we experience the positive and negative ways that people respond to that suffering. As a result, we live in the tension between desperation and excess; while we live in the black, others fight for survival in the red. This becomes a real aspect of community: struggling through loving our neighbors when our neighbors do not enjoy the same blessings we do.

Once they were all checked in, LeRoy ushered them back out to the plaza. He clapped twice. “Work begins now!” Unsure, the Juniors clutched their strange glass scythes and stared at one another, then at Uncle Mort. “You heard the man!” he shouted in an uncharacteristically jubilant voice. “Go reap some souls—you know you want to! Group hug!” He gathered them up into a tight, almost crushing embrace. “Not a word out loud about this until I say so,” he hissed. “Or I will Damn you myself.” He let them go and waved. “Have fun, champs!

Driggs turned to Lex. “What is happening right now?” “Couldn’t tell you,” said Lex, equally confused. “I’ll tell you what’s happening,” Broomie said, slamming her bottle down on the table. “That rotten-ass bastard LeRoy and his blind-ass puppets running this town like a stupid-ass carnival, that’s what.” She looked at the Juniors as if she expected them to have the capacity to respond. But there they sat, like a pile of open-mouthed dead fish. “I’m sorry,” Driggs said politely, folding his hands up under his chin, “but I’m going to have to ask you to rewind a little here.” “Rewind? Sure. Twenty years ago, China. Middle of a monsoon. My mother’s water had just broken, and my massive noggin showed no signs of slowing—” “Okay, fast forward,” Driggs jumped in. Pip looked ill. “Orphaned and shipped off to Australia?” Broomie suggested, as if offering chapter options from her autobiography. “Arrested after stealing half a million dollars’ worth of pearls? Freed by LeRoy and brought to DeMyse? Promoted to the second-highest office in the city?” “Okay, right there,” said Driggs. “Go.” She gave him a wide grin.

These men were His work. His ministry touched thousands, but He trained twelve men. He gave His life on the cross for millions, but during the three and a half years of His ministry He gave His life uniquely to twelve men.

Leroy used to tell hitchhikers his whole life story — about his travels, his hometown, the baby. He would end with a question: “Well, what do you think?” It was just a rhetorical question. In time, he had the feeling that he’d been telling the same story over and over to the same hitchhikers. He quit talking to hitchhikers when he realized how his voice sounded—whining and self-pitying, like some teenage-tragedy song. Now Leroy has the sudden impulse to tell Norma Jean about himself, as if he had just met her. They have known each other so long they have forgotten a lot about each other. They could become reacquainted. But when the oven timer goes off and she runs to the kitchen, he forgets why he wants to do this.

Why ever would you want to make such an acquaintance?” Lady Leroy said, holding a hand to her impressive bosom. “I wasn’t given a choice. He is quite persistent.” Cinderella sipped her wine. “This

[A 2009 study of the Connecticut Development Agency found that companies receiving tax incentives] had created only 9 percent of the jobs they had forecast. The average subsidy for each new job: $367,910.

Truth is the offspring of silence and unbroken meditation" Sir Isaac Newton

And they shall ALL be taught by God" Jesus Christ (John 6:45)

Time’s up,” I muttered. “Let’s do this.” Alek raised an eyebrow at me. He didn’t get the Leroy Jenkins reference, but that was okay. It was mostly for me, to remind myself who I was.

Leroy Eston had looked at him and said, "Well, well." That day and every day since, Ian had nearly been killed.

…My illness helped me to see that what was missing in society is what was missing in me: a little heart, a lot of brotherhood. The '80s were about acquiring—acquiring wealth, power, prestige. I know. I acquired more wealth, power, and prestige than most. But you can acquire all you want and still feel empty. What power wouldn't I trade for a little more time with my family? What price wouldn't I pay for an evening with friends? It took a deadly illness to put me eye to eye with that truth, but it is a truth that the country, caught up in its ruthless ambitions and moral decay, can learn on my dime. I don't know who will lead us through the '90s, but they must be made to speak to this spiritual vacuum at the heart of American society, this tumor of the soul.

HENRY CLIMBED INTO my truck and buckled his seatbelt with the grimmest expression I had ever seen. His hair stood out in every direction, and his hands shook. “You okay, buddy?” I asked, trying to be gentle. “Do you want to go see Robin instead? She’d be glad to cut it, Henry.” Millie had followed him out, tapping her way down the sidewalk with a concerned frown between her dark brows. She now stood holding onto the passenger side door. I could tell she wanted to ride along, but Henry didn’t seem to want her to. “It’s a man date, right Henry? Men go to the barber. Not the salon.” Henry tapped his fingertips together nervously and wouldn’t look right or left. “Kite flying is an official sport in Thailand!” Henry blurted. Amelie bit her lip but stepped back from the passenger door. “Bye, Millie. I’ll bring him back. Don’t worry,” I called. She nodded and tried to smile, and I pulled away from the curb. Henry’s tapping became a cadence. Clack clack. Click click. It sounded like the rhythm Millie made with her stick when she walked. “Henry?” No response. Just clicking, all the way to the barbershop. I pulled up to Leroy’s shop and put my truck in park. I jumped out and came around to Henry’s door. Henry made no move to disembark. “Henry? Do you want to do this?” Henry looked pointedly at my shaggy locks and clicked his fingers. “I need a haircut, Henry. So do you. We’re men. We can do this.” “Ben Askren, Roger Federer, Shaun White, Troy Polamalu, David Beckham, Triple H.” “Triple H?” I started to laugh. Henry was listing athletes with long hair. “You’re getting desperate, Henry.” “Larry Fitzgerald? Tim Lincecum?” “Tim Lincecum, huh? He plays for the Giants, doesn’t he? Your favorite team, right?” Henry didn’t respond. “Ah, shit. What the hell. I didn’t want to cut my hair anyway. I kind of think your sister likes it.” The clicking slowed. “You wanna go buy a kite? I hear it’s an official sport in Thailand,” I said. Henry smiled the smallest ghost of a smile and nodded once.

The Horned Master governs the generative powers of the kingdom of the beasts, the raw forces of life, death and renewal which sustains the natural world.” Nigel A Jackson. The Call of the Horned Piper: 38 The Art and Craft of the Witches is found at the crossroad, where this world and the other side meets and all possibility become reality. This simple fact is often forgotten as one rushes to the Sabbath or occupies oneself with formalities of ritual. The cross marks the four quarters, the four elements, the path of Sun, Moon and Stars. The cross was fused or confused with the Greek staurus, meaning ‘rod’, ‘rood’ or ‘pole’. Various forms of phallic worship are simply, veneration for the cosmic point of possibility and becoming. It is at the crossroads we will gain all or lose all and it is natural that it is at the crossroads we gain perspective. The crossroad is a place of choice, the spirit-denizens of the crossroads are said to be tricky and unreliable and it is of course where we find the Devil. One of the most famous legends of recent times concerns the blues-man Robert Johnson (1911– 1938). He claimed that, one night, just before midnight he had gone to the crossroads. He took out his guitar and played, whereupon a big black guy appeared, tuned his guitar, played a song backwards and handed it back.2 This incident altered Johnson’s playing and his finest and most everlasting compositions were the fruit of the few years of life left to him. This legend tells us how he needed to bury himself at the crossroads, offering himself to the powers dwelling there. Business done with the Devil is said to give him the upper hand. The ill omens and malefica associated with such deals is present in Johnson’s story. He got fame and women, but he died less than three years later before he reached thirty. His body was found poisoned at a crossroads, the murderer’s identity a mystery. Around the Mississippi no less than three tombs carry the name of Robert Leroy Johnson. The image of the Devil remains one of threat, blessing, beauty and opportunity. Where we find the Devil we find danger, unpredictability and chaos. If he offers a deal we know we are in for a complicated bargain. The Devil says that change is good, that we need movement in order to progress. His world is about cunning and ordeal entwined like the serpents of past and future on the pole of ascent. It is to the crossroads we go to make decisions. It is at the crossroads we set the course for the journey. It is at the crossroads we confront ourselves and realize our

There is no room for rosy eyed acceptance of the cultural decay around us. Highly suspect will be any Christian literary and cultural critic who makes too much room for Lady Gaga, Harry Potter, Hester Prynne, Huckleberry Finn, James Bond, Katniss Everdeen, Joe Brooks, Leroy Van Dyke, and Star Trek: Into Darkness. Those who enthusiastically embrace these cultural icons appear to be happy with the macro-cultural trends of the Christian apostate world. That being the case, what does this say about their faith, their worldview, and their own cultural trajectories? Could it be that they have embraced the tattooed Jesus---the false Christs of culture? Indeed, many have been wooed by a false prophet, a false priest, a false redeemer, and a false king. They have been rescued from the wrong sins and have taken on the wrong view of reality, truth, and. ethics. They have embraced the wrong religion, and they have joined the apostasy.

At the concession stand, Leroy Ninker said, “Thank you very much!” He said, “Extra butter on that?” He also said, “Yippie-i-oh.” Leroy Ninker said “Yippie-i-oh” because Leroy Ninker had a dream. He wanted to be a cowboy. On Wednesday nights, the Bijou Drive-In Theater ran a Western double feature, and Leroy Ninker stood and watched in wonder as the great white expanse of the Bijou screen filled with purple mountains, wide-open plains, and cowboys. The cowboys wore ten-gallon hats. They wore boots. They carried lassos. The cowboys were

She would wake up in the middle of the night and say things like “What if Bad Bad Leroy Brown was a girl?” or “Why don’t they have commercials for salt like they do for milk?

North Shore is about this guy who's a graphic design student in Arizona and can only surf in a wave tank, but he's good enough to win a trip to Hawaii to surf the North Shore. When he gets there everybody makes fun of the kid from Arizona, like, why are you here? The kid asks this surfer, “What kind of board is that?” and the guy says, “A longboard. You'll never be able to ride one because you don't understand the history of surfing.” The kid from Arizona looks at it and says, “Well, that logo could use some work.” That was Dave's favorite line in the movie.

The next day, Mabel and Jet visited the battleground, and then Norma Jean was born, and then she married Leroy and they had a baby, which they lost, and now Leroy and Norma Jean are here at the same battleground. Leroy knows he is leaving out a lot. He is leaving out the insides of history. History was always just names and dates to him. It occurs to him that building a house out of logs is similarly empty—too simple. And the real inner workings of a marriage, like most of history, have escaped him. Now he sees that building a log house is the dumbest idea he could have had. It was clumsy of him to think Norma Jean would want a log house. It was a crazy idea.

Since he has been home, he has felt unusually tender about his wife and guilty over his long absences. But he can’t tell what she feels about him. Norma Jean has never complained about his traveling; she has never made hurt remarks, like calling his truck a “widow-maker.” He is reasonably certain she has been faithful to him, but he wishes she would celebrate his permanent homecoming more happily. Norma Jean is often startled to find Leroy at home, and he thinks she seems a little disappointed about it.

I didn't understand at all that the memories accumulated during years of happiness could weigh enough to balance so large a loss, or that the mind will sometimes find a way to free the heart from pain.

It does make a sense!

Malo je potrebno da bi vas zamrzili u ovoj zemlji gdje svi ljube svoje bližnje, kako je određeno Ustavom.

Izbavi me, sine, izbavi me od zla, izbavi me od mojih grijeha, oslobodi me straha, oprosti mi glupost, oprosti ljubomoru, izbavi me od oštrica mržnje, izbavi me od gorkog okusa tužnih osjećaja - oslobodi me moje ljubavi prema tebi, oslobodi me.

Razum je krhak jer razum ne može ništa protiv onih koji niječu njegovo postojanje. Nemoćan je pred onima koji ga kleveću i gubi svu rječitost pred najneukijim fanaticima. Sada kada Bog nije ispunio svoju zadaću, samo se razum može suočiti sa strahom svijeta, sam do te mjere da se često gubi.

Plemeniti osjećaji. Cijeloga sam života podučavala o plemenitim osjećajima. A moji klinci međusobno se ubijaju, pucaju jedan na drugog kao na glinene golubove što eksplodiraju u letu. Kao da su svi nitko i ništa, i njihovi bližnji i oni sami, kao da su samo tlapnje, alegorijski hologrami ljubomore, gramzivosti, osvete, mržnje. Kao da doista nisu tijela, voljena tijela i tijela sposobna voljeti.

Na nebu ih se pojavilo na desetke i kružili su od podneva do ponoći - helikopteri koji nas nisu došli spasiti, već prije prisustvovati našem kraju: čini se da je bilo koji televizijski kanal, pa makar bio i na drugom kraju zemlje, bio dovoljno dobro organiziran i bogat da bi doletio do nas i uspio u onome u čemu vlada prve svjetske velesile nije uspjela. Dobro smo znali da nas naše vodstvo ne voli. Ali da nas ne voli do te mjere, to nismo znali: naš um nije bio dovoljno mračan da bismo zamislili toliki stupanj ravnodušnosti.

Kako vrijeme prolazi i nesreća pobjeđuje, shvaćaš da je mali broj naših postupaka svjestan, a broj stvari koje smo u životu sami odabrali, još manji. I s tim se učiš živjeti, ponižen jer netko drugi povlači poteze.

It’s your boy,” she said. “Somebody done killed your boy.” I heard Leroy’s deep sobs coming from inside the house, and I saw Jimmy lose his breath. Just for a moment, I wanted to be alive again. They had loved me. I had been loved in this old world, and now love was tearing them apart.

for she knows that the contrast between what Leroy used to say and what he's professing today doesn't matter in the slightest. Because one idea is as good as another. Because all statements and positions carry the same value, can rub against one another, nestle, snuggle, fondle, mingle, diddle, cuddle, couple.

As we’ve mentioned already, it is fairly easy to misread body language.

1314h.: I am now seated back in Deck 8’s Rainbow Room watching “Ernst,” the Nadir’s mysterious and ubiquitous Art Auctioneer, 118 mediate spirited bidding for a signed Leroy Neiman print. Let me iterate this. Bidding is spirited and fast approaching four figures for a signed Leroy Neiman print—not a signed Leroy Neiman, a signed Leroy Neiman print.

On some nights, I put old episodes of Dukes of Hazzard on and paused every scene with Daisy, wrapping my hand in a Confederate t-shirt or tube sock and going to town on my dick.

After months of incubation in their thousand petri dishes, the songs that would comprise Paul’s Boutique reached maturity in surprisingly short order.

Nostalgia is a longing for home,” Svedana Boym writes, “that no longer exists or has never existed.” In the 20th century, that longing, she adds, quoting historians Jean Starobinski and Michael Roth, had “shrunk to the longing for one’s childhood.

According to Russell Simmons, producer Eric B once claimed he could have created fifteen albums with the ideas from Paul’s Boutique. Even the late Miles Davis reportedly once said he never tired of the record.

They must be motivated in two directions—inward and outward. Inwardly they must be motivated to have fellowship with Jesus Christ, and outwardly they must become witnesses for Jesus Christ.

Jeremiah 29:11—“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” A verse she and some of her Yada Yada sisters quoted a lot, confirming the good plans God had in store for them. She’d claimed it for Leroy a bunch of times.      But the last time she’d turned to that chapter, she’d read it in context—a letter to the exiles who’d been carried away from Jerusalem to Babylon, telling them to make the best of it, and after seventy years—a whole lifetime basically—God promised He’d bring the nation of Israel home again. A promise that didn’t see the light of day for God’s people until the next generation.

She loved singing—and soccer,

The Beasties’ TV interlocutor tried to engage them on the subject of flag-burning, to which Adam Horovitz responded deadpan, while staring into the sky, “Nice flag! Flags are cool. I like flags.

to

Borrowing a line from Jim Croce’s “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown,” Watts dubbed Ritter the Junkyard Dog—and, ever the literalist, gave him a dog collar and junk cart.

Jesus’ message was personalized in the everyday affairs of life. His classrooms were the events of the day. He was what He taught. He transmitted His message by His life.

Jesus and His men were immersed in life together.

I’d rather see a sermon Than hear one any day. I’d rather one would walk with me Than merely tell the way.

Likeminded, trustworthy, competent men are not made on a production line like automobiles in an assembly plant.

Job declared, “I have not departed from the command of His lips; I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my necessary food” (Job 23:12). You must help build that kind of an attitude into the new Christian’s life, so pray that he will long for the Word of God and enjoy it.

The meeting began with some lively singing. But there was a difference from the usual song service. If we would sing a song that spoke of the grace of God, the song leader would ask, “Who can quote some verses on the grace of God?” Immediately men and women would be on their feet quoting verses of Scripture, giving references before and after the quotation. The process was repeated for songs on love or God’s faithfulness or Christ at Calvary.

It is much easier to talk to men about God than to talk to God about men.

If a piece of thin india paper, the thickness of a page in the Bible, were folded fifty times, how thick would it be? The computer gave a startling answer—it would stand 17 million miles high.

Jesus told us to do more than just get converts. He told us to make disciples.

Some pastors, in their newly found desire to have a discipling ministry and their haste to inaugurate it into the life of the church, drive off some good people or make them feel like second-class citizens in the kingdom of God.

Our first and foremost responsibility as Christians is to maintain a strong, day-by-day abiding fellowship with the Lord Jesus by feeding on His Word.

What then is the problem today? Why don’t we see more of this going on? Why are fruitful, dedicated, mature disciples so rare?

Disciples cannot be mass produced.

It is true that those who would lead must first learn to serve. And it is equally true that to train men a person must be willing to spend time with those men in hours of conversation and association in the normal affairs of life.

Jesus was available to His men. The Eternal Word became audible, visible, and touchable. They were close to Him.

I have made mistakes in this regard. I have tried to train men by gathering them together in a quiet basement once a week to discuss the Christian life and then supplement this with occasional seminars or special meetings.

If anything of spiritual value is done in this world, it will be because God did it.

What would you rather have in your congregation, one hundred people who are 90 percent committed or ten people who are 100 percent committed?

The people of God are not buckets to be filled with all the riches of Christ, but they are channels of blessing to take Christ to the world.

In our teaching and preaching we often clearly emphasize Christ’s ministry of redemption, and we certainly should do that. But we also need to study, understand, and proclaim His ministry of training in the lives of these few men.

Leroy was sixteen and the oldest so he thought he was too good to drive. Let baby boys do that, he’d say.

When we were young, not so long ago Fame was my favorite television show, Lydia brought out the dancer in you and me, There was Coco, Holly and Shorofsky, Glued to my set to watch them dance and act Leroy was my favorite dancer on that set Cleo really won my heart; she later rose to “Fame” I will never forget Irene Cara’s song “Remember My Name

Shamira texted me that night. “Leroy Barton threatened to kill your sister. She knows. Will be in paper tomorrow. When is your mother making those lamb shish kabob things again, do you know?

Shamira texted me that night. “Leroy Barton threatened to kill your sister. She knows. Will be in paper tomorrow. When is your mother making those lamb shish kabob things again, do you know?” I called my mama, asked her. “Tell Shamira I make for her on Saturday.” I told Shamira. “I can’t wait. Thanks, Toni. Sorry about the death threat for Valerie.

When we were young, not so long ago, ‘Fame’ was my favorite television show, Lydia brought out the dancer in you and me, It was Coco, Holly and Shorofsky, Glued to my set to watch them dance and act, Leroy was my favorite dancer on that set, Cleo really won my heart; she later rose to “Fame” I’ll never forget Irene Cara’s song “FAME...Baby, Remember My Name

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give to tell her this news—was the dreadful holdup on their formal courtship finally at an end? Goodness, if any girl deserved a proper one, it was Joanna, sweet as a honeycomb. And with each month that drifted by and with every letter he wrote, Eben felt downright aggravated at not being able to give his girl so much as an update. There simply had been no word from Leroy . . . till now. When Joanna arrived home from Cousin Malinda’s, she rushed upstairs and noticed Cora Jane lingering near her doorway, looking rather sheepish. “What’re ya doin’,” she asked, her suspicions rising. “Just thinkin’ is all.” Joanna excused herself and slipped past her sister. Closing her door, she immediately went to her hope chest to see if her binder of story notebooks was still safely concealed. Satisfied nothing was amiss, she shook off the prickles of concern and headed downstairs in time for family worship.

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Trying to level up your swimming is tough enough, doing it with teammates and friends who are content to swim in the waters of mediocrity is tougher.

It hurts me to hear, to see you got no faith in yourself It bothers me now to watch you, you got no faith in your own self You listen more to your friends than to your own heart inside Well, you listen to them, oh but you hide You don't got nothin' to be afraid of You're not as bad as you think And you're always puttin' yourself down But I'm just gonna tell you that I like you Darling, you always put yourself down, but I like you That's all I came to say Then there's no need to think that other people can do things better than you can do 'em Cause you got the same power in you I got faith in you. Sometimes you don't have it in yourself But I got faith in you And our time is right now, now we can do anything we really want to Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives And it ain't just me who thinks so, dear, I asked my friends Now, Leroy and Asa and D. Sharpe Tell her not to be afraid Tell her it's okay Tell her it's all right And our time is now, we can do anything we really believe in Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives Dear, I asked Leroy and Asa and D. Sharpe, and they said Don't you love her too? Then tell her she's okay Tell her she's all right You're okay, dear. There's nothing to feel inferior about. You can do it And our time is now, we can do anything you really believe in I know it Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives Our time is right now, you can do anything you set your heart on Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives We're young now. Right now's when we can enjoy it Now's the time for us to have faith in what we can do No need to fear, cause now's the time to have faith in what we can do

It hurts me to hear, to see you got no faith in yourself It bothers me now to watch you, you got no faith in your own self You listen more to your friends than to your own heart inside Well, you listen to them, oh but you hide You don't got nothin' to be afraid of You're not as bad as you think And you're always puttin' yourself down But I'm just gonna tell you that I like you Darling, you always put yourself down, but I like you That's all I came to say Then there's no need to think that other people can do things better than you can do 'em Cause you got the same power in you I got faith in you. Sometimes you don't have it in yourself But I got faith in you And our time is right now, now we can do anything we really want to Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives And it ain't just me who thinks so, dear, I asked my friends Now, Leroy and Asa and D. Sharpe Tell her not to be afraid Tell her it's okay Tell her it's all right And our time is now, we can do anything we really believe in Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives Dear, I asked Leroy and Asa and D. Sharpe, and they said Don't you love her too? Then tell her she's okay Tell her she's all right You're okay, dear. There's nothing to feel inferior about. You can do it And our time is now, we can do anything you really believe in I know it Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives Our time is right now, you can do anything you set your heart on Our time is now, here in the morning of our lives We're young now. Right now's when we can enjoy it Now's the time for us to have faith in what we can do No need to fear, cause now's the time to have faith in what we can do

It’s him,” I said. “Typhon.” I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like No, that’s our huge friend Leroy! He’s going to help us!

El deber de un hombre es hacer un mundo mejor en la medida de sus posibilidades (sin olvidar nunca que los resultados serán infinitesimales) y hacerse cargo de su espíritu. LEROY PERCY

I was surprised to learn that Harper had written one of the earliest romance novels, Iola Leroy, or Shadows Uplifted,

the common habit of working in a state of semi-distraction is potentially devastating to your performance. It might seem harmless to take a quick glance at your inbox every ten minutes or so. Indeed, many justify this behavior as better than the old practice of leaving an inbox open on the screen at all times (a straw-man habit that few follow anymore). But Leroy teaches us that this is not in fact much of an improvement. That quick check introduces a new target for your attention. Even worse, by seeing messages that you cannot deal with at the moment (which is almost always the case), you’ll be forced to turn back to the primary task with a secondary task left unfinished. The attention residue left by such unresolved switches dampens your performance.

they are brown shitted towel heads who do not deserve a good looking white girl.  And the hottie white girls who let the greedy, lustful shitbags' dicks in their vaginas are the whores

Trader Joe’s first private label food product was granola. We installed Alta Dena certified raw milk, to the disgruntlement of Southland, and within six months were the largest retailers of Alta Dena milk, both pasteurized and raw, in California. We began price-bombing five-pound cans of honey, and then all the ingredients for baking bread at home. We installed fresh orange juice squeezers in the stores, and sold fresh juice at the lowest price in town. By late in 1971, we were moving into vitamins, encouraged by my very good friend James C. Caillouette, MD. Jim spent a lot of time talking with the faculty at Cal Tech. He was convinced that Linus Pauling was on to something with his research on vitamin C. I set out to break the price on vitamin C. At one point, I think, we were doing 3 percent of sales in vitamin C! Later, Jim forwarded articles from the British medical magazine Lancet, describing how a high fiber diet could avoid colon cancer. But where could we get bran? The only stores that sold it were conventional health food stores, who sold it in bulk, something that I have always been opposed to on the grounds of hygiene. And still am! Leroy found a hippie outfit in Venice—I think it was called Mom’s Trucking—which would package the bran. But bran is a low-value product. They couldn’t afford to deliver it. Since they also packaged nuts and dried fruits, however, we somewhat reluctantly added them to the order. And that’s how Trader Joe’s became the largest retailer of nuts and dried fruits in California! Brilliant foresight! Astute market analysis! By 1989, when I left Trader Joe’s, we regularly took down 5 percent of the entire Californian pistachio crop, and we were the thirteenth largest buyer of almonds in the United States—Hershey was number one.

but war changes everything. Even the things you hope for.

But life doesn’t wait—it trickles between your fingers, trickles away. . . . Does that sound stupid?