Limbus Quotes

We crowned ourselves Homo sapiens, the wise ape, but Homo limbus might have been more apt.

There is music in the noise, beauty in the chaos, truth in the lies, light in the void. He who has eyes, let him see.

In short,” Dolan said, “if I try to fuck with Limbus, I’ll end up on the street corner wearing a tinfoil hat.

If you have to worry about a man, he's not worth worrying about.

And to Conrad, it seemed as though he had entered some strange world beyond our own, where nothing was as it appears, and anything could be possible.

There was a lot of animosity on the County side, a lot of jealously.

My Honda revved, shuttered, and broke free of the Chrysler.

Rape is, to me, no different than murder. It kills a part of the victim’s soul.

There are different kinds of predators. There are the kinds who target the weak. And there are those with more of a Dexter vibe who don’t lose sleep if a child abuser has a hard time on the way to the station.

Shooting a pistol while running with any accuracy at all is next to impossible. They train us at the Academy to do it at a walk. Slow yourself down, focus on the target. Be relentless, but be accurate. Nobody ever won a gunfight by missing what they were aiming at.

That’s when I got the first real tingle of warning. Small, but serious. The smart thing to do would have been to simply end the call. No goodbyes, no polite refusals, just hit the button, put the cell phone in the bottom drawer of my file cabinet, and go to the multiplex to watch a movie about things blowing up. Maybe get some Ben and Jerry’s afterward.

But, you see, the water-going dinosaur likes to eat people. It’s envisioned that it might swim through the newly acquired waterways, due to the ice melting and find its way to warmer waters and make its way to our civilization. Then, much like an old Japanese monster movie, start tearing down cities and eating fleeing citizens, stomping pedestrians, and receiving an air strike.

The Poor Souls tell me that they do not go to Heaven, but because they were innocents they do not, of course, go to Purgatory. They go to a place that is in between. One can call it Limbo, but sometimes we call it ‘Children’s Heaven’.  The word Limbo comes from LIMBUS that is the space between the print on a page and the edge of the paper itself.  The souls of babies there do not know that there is something better.  They do not know that they are not in Heaven, and it is our responsibility to lift them up into Heaven.  And that, of course, does not take a lot because they never had a chance to sin. We can do that with a ‘Baptism for the Unborn’ or with a Requiem Mass.  Stillborn and aborted children should also be given a name and accepted into the family.  This enters them into the Book of Life.

The Nepali population that has remained untouched by Hindu caste principles is Nepal's greatest treasure. This is a very sizable proportion of the population. But presently they live in remote areas, at a little above subsistence level, with little or no education, and no opportunities to develop and actualize their aspirations. Their values are not the values of hierarchic Bahunism. They do know the importance of hard work, of endurance, and the role of individual effort in the improvement of ones' circumstances. And they have the positive qualities of strong cooperative behavior and an appreciation of the general well being and importance of the group or community as a whole. The Jyapu in Kathmandu Valley, and the others who are even less affected by Hindu caste hierarchy, such as the Sherpa, Tamang, Magar, and Limbus are untapped resources of the nation. Only when foreign aid can reach these people, in sufficient quantity and of the right kind, will Nepal genuinely be able to establish the basis of her future prosperity.

Sam,” he said, “I knew what you were when you walked into my office.” “Why? Because Cricket told you?” “Nope.” “Then how? I didn’t wear my ‘I’m A Werewolf, Ask Me How’ button today.

It’s horrible, and we humans, just as always, will be the cause. Screw up the water. Fuck up the air. Cut down the trees and shit on the world. We’ll call it science. We’ll call it sport.

Time crawled on as if its legs were broken.

In the car sometimes I’d just start balling my eyes out.

I was raised to fight to the end. You never give up, no matter how much it hurts, no matter what stands in your way.

Unless there’s an officer-involved shooting or some other high-profile event going on, the Homicide Office is dead in the middle of the night.

The voice that answered did not belong to the beautiful woman who’d hired me last time. The voice was male. Nasal, high-pitched, fussy. If a Chihuahua could talk, it would be like that.

My nerves were telling me this guy was half a keg short of a six-pack.

Ledger mapped out a plan. It was ugly, dangerous as hell, probably insane, and definitely suicidal. We all agreed to it. It had somehow become that kind of day.

Stabbing is for suckers who want to die.