N Campbell Quotes

when it’s your own child, you are not a babysitter. It’s called parenting.

Instinctively, I realized that if I didn’t build a life for myself outside the orb of my child’s world, I would cripple both of us.

You bein' here reminds me a deese things. You here searchin' reminds me a dat way. Dat kind of man who wants to see the soul of another man's world without buyin' da hardships dat come wit dat kind of understandin'.

In trials of ir'n and silver fain “The dead will rise and walk again “The blesséd few that touch the light “Will aid the war against the night. “But one by one they all will die “Without a cause to rule them by “As Darkness spreads across the land “He'll wield the oceans in his hand. “Five warriors will oppose his reign “And overthrow the Shadow Thane “They come from sides both dark and light “The realm the mortals call “twilight.” “A magus crowned with boughs of fire “Will rise like Phoenix from his pyre “A beast of shadows touched with sight “Will claim a Dark One as her knight “The next, a prophet doomed to fail “Will find her powers to avail “The final: one mere mortal man “Who bears the mark upon his hand “The circle closes round these few “Made sacred by the bonds they hew “But if one fails then so shall all “Bring death to those of Evenfall.

He’d always had a crush on me. I never liked him because he wasn’t a challenge.

My life in crime began with a good deed. You

Certainly, forties science fiction can be seen as a reaction to or against the vision of a single man, John W. Campbell; in the fifties, H L Gold, Fred Phol, Anthony Boucher and a few others began to solicit stories and propound a science fiction of satire and doom, and in the sixties, Michael Moorcock and Harlan Ellison, by pressuring for and proclaiming a literature of catastrophe, got a great deal of it.

I can't understand people being rude to their spouses. Your husband or wife should be the one person in the world you treat with loving patience. He or she chose you above all others-for a lifetime! And yet I see women who are nicer to their girlfriends, and men who are more thoughtful toward their employees. That's meshuganeh. Friends come and go. Employees move on. Your partner is there for the long haul. He deserves your best every day of your life.

I was always eh, kinda want to like consider myself kind of a pioneer of the palette, a restaurateur if you will. I've wined, dined, sipped and supped in some of the most demonstrably beamer epitomable bistros in the Los Angles metropolitan region. Yeah, I've had strange looking patty melts at Norms. I've had dangerous veal cutlets at the Copper Penny. Well what you get is a breaded salsbury steak in a shake-n-bake and topped with a provocative sauce of Velveeta and uh, half-n-half. Smothered with Campbell's tomato soup. See I have kinda of a uh...well I order my veal cutlet, Christ it left the plate and it walked down to the end of the counter. Waitress, ? she's wearing those rhinestone glasses with the little pearl thing clipped on the sweater. My veal cutlet come down, tried to beat the shit out of my cup of coffee. Coffee just wasn't strong enough to defend itself.

Therefore, I was stuck with Joi. I didn’t have many female friends. Well, none, actually. Since high school, I’d lost one friend after another. Women just didn’t like me.

My wife had only been dead for a few months, and already random ass women were trying to fill her shoes.

Damn near twenty years and Cecily just couldn’t let go. Her ego wouldn’t let her.

Truth be told; I did feel violated. I felt completely used and taken advantage of. They played me. They embarrassed me…especially DeMarco! “They

I’m not saying that Simone was a hoe, but she had been caught in questionable situations with guys since she was a teenager. Hell, she was fast in kindergarten. I just didn’t believe her. Something wasn’t right. “Everything

No matter who I dated. No matter who I fucked. No matter how much money I made. No matter how many degrees I had. I was only complete, and I was only whole, when his dick was in me. The

He was only making my infatuation for him worse. With every orgasm, I was convinced that my love for him was legit. Who

I just couldn’t bear being responsible for another life that was bound to be victimized by the assholes in this world. “You

But since sex crimes victims’ names were kept confidential, I assumed it was okay to go to school. Apparently, I was wrong. The news hadn’t given my name, but DeMarco and Cordell were furious.

Sometimes I wondered if Cecily loved me as much as she claimed, or if she was obsessed with “winning.” “I

This is how I knew how obsessed this woman was. She should have been worried about her daughter. She

But did my dick listen to common sense? Did any man’s dick ever listen to common sense? Hell no. I

Shiiid, a rape charge is a wrap for his basketball career. I bet those teams are tearing up those negotiations left and right.” He chuckled like it was funny while I was forcing my vomit to stay down. “Even

DeMarco had been sending me text messages and leaving me voicemails begging me to tell the truth. What I thought was interesting was how he was now blowing up my phone when the son of a bitch was completely ignoring me before. Fuck

My obsession with Derek was at that point a sickness, and he was the only cure.

testify. I was standing on my story, but to have to go to court and risk seeing DeMarco and Cordell's famiy, who wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of me, was wigging me out.

And her love was real. Not that obsessed shit that Cecily felt. Not that possessive shit that Nicky and Patricia felt. Cecily, Nicky, and Patricia loved me for themselves. They wanted me for their benefit.

She was addicted to the pain. Addicted to the drama. Addicted to the cat and mouse game.

And don’t hold onto a man that clearly doesn’t want you. The longer you hold on to someone that isn’t for you, the longer you ensure you won’t receive the person that is for you.

And after all the heartbreak that Faye suffered at the hands of Twon, she deserved to be with a man that loved her. After

two broken hearts that had finally found pieces of another heart to help their broken hearts mend. Of

simple, I hated the happiness on her face. If I couldn’t be happy, I didn’t want her to be happy either. Beyond

embarrassed. I had been pouring my heart out to Saundra for years. She knew how I felt about Derek. But now she was the third wheel to their love. “Cecily!

We have to realize that when God closes a door, he doesn't intend for us to go around back or try a window.

Both of our exes were in their feelings about Faye and me getting married.

My fucking cousin was a psychopath. “Man,

Derek clung to life for a few hours, but he eventually died from his injuries.

However, he was so busy fucking every pussy that got wet for him that he wasn’t a man in her life. He wasn’t there to teach her the ways of a man.

The most valuable treasure that a man can give a girl is a piece of his heart.

I’d taken her cell phone as punishment and to keep her from calling Twon. I couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to go over to Faye’s house.

Yet, I wasn’t feeling him like he was feeling me. No matter how many times he bought me roses, no matter how long we talked on the phone at night, I did not like him in the same way.

Admittedly, I drank heavily. I could drink any man under the table. But when it came to my two jobs—being a mother and a nurse—drinking didn’t affect either one. I wasn’t an alcoholic.

Every time I did though, Cecily went right back to thinking that I would be with her. After sixteen years, she just hadn’t gotten the point.

After Twon, I was obsessed with making that rejected feeling go away. Baby mama, girlfriend, or wife; I didn’t care. If I wanted him, I went after him.

The ego booster of getting another woman’s man to choose me was intoxicating. It was the only thing that got my attention and turned me on.

There was no foreplay or tongue kissing to make this more pleasurable. He didn’t even suck my nipples to make my pussy wet.

Your man? I never said that I was your man, Simone.” Truth

I had only given into Maurice’s pleas about six months ago. The soberer I was, the more I realized how ridiculous I was being for continuously pushing away a Radiologist…a good looking one at that. “So,

But I couldn’t deny how I was still emotionally and physically committed to Derek.

Now that Derek was a single man, I didn’t know which was more excited—my pussy or my heart. This was my opportunity to get the man and the marriage that I always wanted, but he had yet to take the bait. However,

Derek was a quest that I had yet to conquer. I was intent on conquering him.

About four months ago, Twon and Faye got a divorce. Saundra told me that now Faye was finally tired of Twon’s bullshit.

I dated here and there, but I never married because the love in my heart was so loyal to one man who never acknowledged it.

I think that’s why I was so adamant to get Simone Campbell. I hated every willing side bitch that walked this earth.

Twanya, Faye’s daughter that went to Kenwood, had been on my ass for two days, taunting and fighting me. It got so bad that I had to stay home from school for the last two days.

I had a lot of nerve, but fuck that. He was my man, not Faye’s. I had every right to talk to him about our baby. I

My daddy wasn’t worried about Twon telling, since Twon didn’t want to go to jail for statutory rape. Despite

That was the first time I ever felt insecurity and self-doubt so deep that it made me sick. He was pushing me away… me; the one that he had been having sex with and the one carrying his baby.

Parents don’t get to call in and take a day off. As always, the sight of her filled me with such an unbearable ache of love that it nearly knocked me to my knees. How could one small person have become my entire existence? I couldn’t even imagine life without her. She was the sum total of my reason for living. Picking

There isn’t a girl on earth who’d willingly give up her bangles.

My golf career was blessedly short. It lasted all of one class. "Hit that tiny ball? Really?" I shook my head as I studied the object on the tee. "And I'm supposed to put it over where?

I remember I asked her, "What does one do if they're crazy?" And, for whatever reason, she said, "What does one do if they're not?

The jabs Sheila launched in my direction never failed to score a direct hit to my soft belly. I

What I really wanted — and needed — were friends of my own. People who would like and accept me for myself. Once

I hate it when the voice inside my head chews me out.

There was nothing to do but venture forth, in search of the person I might become. At

Old hurts run deep. They hide inside you, only to be awakened at a moment's notice.

He said, 'And now, we are in the labyrinth where we have been, except you can see it more clearly.

Well, hey there, Mrs. Campbell.” We squealed and hugged each other tight in the doorway of Derek’s, and now Faye’s, three-thousand square foot home.

The worst part of being a parent is knowing you’ll make mistakes, and fearing them, and feeling the pain that accompanies the inevitability of letting your child down. But two people can better strategize. Two people can talk through the process. Two people can bear the disappointments more fully and comfort each other with the reminder “we did our best.

We believe trauma survivors will look scarred and different. That they will wear their pain openly. But we’re wrong. Their struggle is not to get by, but to return to normal. Camouflage is not only a survival tactic for the animal world. It’s an important asset to the human species as well. It allows us—good and evil, whole and hurt, sane and unstable both—to blend in. Because when we don’t blend in, when we stand apart, we’re at risk of being culled from the herd. It is when we stand alone that predators can pick us off.

For the time being, however, his bent was literary and religious rather than balletic. He loved, and what seventh grader doesn’t, the abstracter foxtrots and more metaphysical twists of a Dostoevsky, a Gide, a Mailer. He longed for the experience of some vivider pain than the mere daily hollowness knotted into his tight young belly, and no weekly stomp-and-holler of group therapy with other jejune eleven-year-olds was going to get him his stripes in the major leagues of suffering, crime, and resurrection. Only a bona-fide crime would do that, and of all the crimes available murder certainly carried the most prestige, as no less an authority than Loretta Couplard was ready to attest, Loretta Couplard being not only the director and co-owner of the Lowen School but the author, as well, of two nationally televised scripts, both about famous murders of the 20th Century. They’d even done a unit in social studies on the topic: A History of Crime in Urban America. The first of Loretta’s murders was a comedy involving Pauline Campbell, R.N., of Ann Arbor, Michigan, circa 1951, whose skull had been smashed by three drunken teenagers. They had meant to knock her unconscious so they could screw her, which was 1951 in a nutshell. The eighteen-year-olds, Bill Morey and Max Pell, got life; Dave Royal (Loretta’s hero) was a year younger and got off with twenty-two years. Her second murder was tragic in tone and consequently inspired more respect, though not among the critics, unfortunately. Possibly because her heroine, also a Pauline (Pauline Wichura), though more interesting and complicated had also been more famous in her own day and ever since. Which made the competition, one best-selling novel and a serious film biography, considerably stiffen Miss Wichura had been a welfare worker in Atlanta, Georgia, very much into environment and the population problem, this being the immediate pre-Regents period when anyone and everyone was legitimately starting to fret. Pauline decided to do something, viz., reduce the population herself and in the fairest way possible. So whenever any of the families she visited produced one child above the three she’d fixed, rather generously, as the upward limit, she found some unobtrusive way of thinning that family back to the preferred maximal size. Between 1989 and 1993 Pauline’s journals (Random House, 1994) record twenty-six murders, plus an additional fourteen failed attempts. In addition she had the highest welfare department record in the U.S. for abortions and sterilizations among the families whom she advised. “Which proves, I think,” Little Mister Kissy Lips had explained one day after school to his friend Jack, “that a murder doesn’t have to be of someone famous to be a form of idealism.” But of course idealism was only half the story: the other half was curiosity. And beyond idealism and curiosity there was probably even another half, the basic childhood need to grow up and kill someone.

People call her a "rescue dog" and thats a perfect description, because she came into my life and rescued me. Emotionally at least.

It’s not about how good the teacher is. It’s about how good the student feels.

People call her a “rescue dog,” and that’s a perfect description, because she came into my life and rescued me. Emotionally at least.

That’s what a real friend does, she tells you what you don’t want to hear, even risking your friendship, because you are important to her.

Animals bring out the best and worst in people. They don’t judge. They only love. They are really clear about who they like and who they don’t like. They can’t pretend. Pets cut right through deceptions we throw up to protect ourselves.

God, I mouthed the words, give me strength. That’s what I learned from George. Jews don’t pray to be delivered; they pray for strength. I had to stay tough.

For the next year, you are my project. I’m going to turn you into a woman who can stand on her own two feet.

Early on, I decided that I would treat every customer like visiting royalty. Living is hard and judging is easy.

In my humble opinion, the best teacher is the person who convinces you that you are capable. Not the person who makes you feel like a dope. That’s easy to do, isn’t it? To tear people down takes so little effort and thought. To build them up takes compassion, attentiveness, and sometimes ingenuity.

If I’d learned nothing from my first marriage except for one thing, it was this: A marriage can’t be successful unless the spouses are pulling in the same direction.

One of the misconceptions in minor hockey is a belief that players have to get on “big city” teams as young as possible to gain exposure when being identified by major junior clubs. For example, the Greater Toronto Hockey League (GTHL) has long been considered a strong breeding ground, with three or four elite AAA teams each year producing some of the top players for the OHL draft. However, on the list of players from Ontario since 1975 who have made the NHL, only 16.8 percent of those players came from GTHL programs while the league itself represents approximately 20 percent of the registered players in the province—that means the league has a per capita development rate of about –3 percent. What the research found was that players from other Ontario minor hockey leagues who elevated to the NHL actually had an edge in terms of career advancement on their GTHL counterparts by the age of nineteen. Each year several small-town Ontario parents, some with players as young as age eight, believe it’s necessary to get their kids on a GTHL superclub such as the Marlboros, Red Wings, or Jr. Canadiens. However, just twenty-one GTHL “import” players since 1997 have played a game in the NHL in the last fifteen years. This pretty much indicates that regardless of where he plays his minor hockey from the ages of eight through sixteen, a player eventually develops no matter how strong his team is as a peewee or bantam. An excellent example comes from the Ontario players born in 1990, which featured a powerhouse team in the Markham Waxers of the OMHA’s Eastern AAA League. The Waxers captured the prestigious OHL Cup and lost a grand total of two games in eight years. In 2005–06, when they were in minor midget (age fifteen), they compiled a record of 64-1-2. The Waxers had three future NHL draft picks on their roster in Steven Stamkos (Tampa Bay), Michael Del Zotto (New York Rangers), and Cameron Gaunce (Colorado). One Waxers nemesis in the 1990 age group was the Toronto Jr. Canadiens of the GTHL. The Jr. Canadiens were also a perennial powerhouse team and battled the Waxers on a regular basis in major tournaments and provincial championships over a seven-year period. Like the Waxers, the Jr. Canadiens team also had three future NHL draft picks in Alex Pietrangelo (St. Louis), Josh Brittain (Anaheim), and Stefan Della Rovere (Washington). In the same 1990 age group, a “middle of the pack” team was the Halton Hills Hurricanes (based west of Toronto in Milton). This club played in the OMHA’s South Central AAA League and periodically competed with some of the top teams. Over a seven-year span, they were marginally over the .500 mark from novice to minor midget. That Halton Hills team produced two future NHL draft picks in Mat Clark (Anaheim) and Jeremy Price (Vancouver). Finally, the worst AAA team in the 1990 group every year was the Chatham-Kent Cyclones—a club that averaged about five wins a season playing in the Pavilion League in Southwestern Ontario. Incredibly, the lowly Cyclones also had two future NHL draft picks in T.J. Brodie (Calgary) and Jason Missiaen (Montreal). It’s a testament that regardless of where they play their minor hockey, talented players will develop at their own pace and eventually rise to the top. You don’t need to be on an 85-5-1 big-city superclub to develop or get noticed.

Mac’s Mac N’ Cheese One box of elbow macaroni (cooked and drained) 1/2 cup of sour cream 1 cup of milk 1 can of Campbell's condensed cheese soup 1 ½ cups of (orange) cheddar cheese, 1 1/2 cups of white sharp cheddar cheese, grated 2 eggs 1 teaspoon of ground mustard 1 teaspoon of adobo or seasoned salt ½ tsp pepper ¼ cup parmesan cheese 3 tablespoons of butter Boil pasta for six minutes, then drain.  The crock pot should be set to high.  Add pasta to crock pot along with grated cheeses, cheddar soup, sour cream, butter, milk and eggs.  Mix all together then add all the seasonings.  If desired, add additional cheese or sour cream.  You can periodically check back to make sure it is not browning too much at the sides.  You can stir every now and again. 2 hours to 2.5 hours on high is pretty near perfection although slow cooker times vary.  You can always check on it and look at the sides.  If they are browning too much you can always turn the temp down to low.  The cheese is very flexible also.  You can use different types of cheese or add more or less depending on your taste.  I once caught Delilah adding more cheddar cheese to the crock pot. I honestly think this is the macaroni and cheese recipe I will stick to like glue.  It is amazing.  And it can be tweaked.  Bacon bits can be added to the mac n cheese.  Add some lobster for a nice seafood lobster mac n’ cheese.  Bread crumbs can be sprinkled over the top at the end.  Or if you want to add some veggies, broccoli can be placed on top as well.  Brandon and Rose added sliced hot dogs for AJ since hotdogs are his favorite.

we really have to go back inside? It’s not our fault that we’re here. I wanted for us to turn around and go home. Really I did. I knew something was wrong.” Boy,

Ugh.” I glanced at my own freezer, which is about the size of a shoebox. No bodies there! No red meat, either.  I can’t afford it, and my daughter has become a chick-a-terian. That was my word for “a person who only eats chicken and no other meat.

It burned as he penetrated me. I was as dry as the Sahara Desert. The friction was threatening to start a fire. He raped me all night. He

My husband confessed to sleeping with her when I found this in his pocket while I was doing laundry!” I

Uncle Twon” and I started messing around after he and Auntie Faye hosted a 4th of July party.

Plus, I knew that Twon wasn’t shit anyway. He’d been caught cheating on Faye so many times. “You’re

Twon was a hoe; he always had been and always would be. When

I would have felt sorry for her if she really wanted this child, but I knew that wasn’t the case. She

However, back in the eighties, abortions weren’t as acceptable as they eventually became.

When we found that person in the freezer, it done freaked me out. I ain’t thinking straight. I shoulda gone ahead and cleaned the refrigerator right then and there. That meat’ll smell something fierce if I don’t get

two broken hearts that had finally found pieces of another heart to help their broken hearts mend.

He won’t be the last man to break your heart. You just make sure that next time it doesn’t hurt so bad.

places, and incidents are either the

finally get with a nice guy that wants to date me, and he has a dick the size of a clitoris! I

At some point, I thought that I would feel guilty for setting DeMarco and Cordell up, but I honestly wanted them to be punished for how they so blatantly used me. “A

I should have had a conscience about that. I should have given a fuck about sending them to jail for ten years for something that I had done willing.

I hadn’t seen Maurice since, and it had gotten to the point that my mom was with him almost every day. And I had heard my mother yelling into my dad’s voicemail about not picking up her calls. “And