I take notes on pieces of scrap paper, my work area piles high. That’s not writing, it’s littering. – JDW
There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. —Edgar Allan Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death”
I am the unknown unknown. You don’t know me.
Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. – Love In The Time Of Cholera.
Cross-country is the warriors’ sport.
We are. We will. We do.
Life is about to get very hard very soon. I suppose a blow-job is out of the question.
I am Bruce Dern in Hateful Eight. My childhood made me and my coach opened the door.
How is that even possible? Like when you see a really ugly guy, a regular warthog, with a beautiful woman. How is that even possible?
Forget rich and famous. Shoot for healthy and happy.
I don’t think I like your attitude, he told me. I told him, I get that a lot.
He knew he could reduce the pain. He didn’t really want to. If you think about it. And he thought about pain all the time.
If two uninsured motorists hit each other, is there a crash?
Cherish every moment. Love every moment. Embrace every possibility. That should keep you busy.
Free from the tyranny of ambition, I don’t do shit.
Edible complex. Deadly coincidence.
He understood at an early age what was going on around him. What he never understood was his own life.
I am my own evil twin.
I change by not changing at all.
Bolt of lightning be good way to go. Sniper’s bullet from God.
Are you new here? Hell, I’m not new anywhere.
Is the hard part over? Over for now.
Imagine your dream. Create your happiness. Live your life.
No surprise a lot of vacant land voted for a real estate developer for President.
“This is an island surrounded by water, big water, ocean water.” Not a lot of people know this.
In a world where you can be anything, be yourself.
They call me ‘The Big Bratwurst.” Mr. Bratwurst with authority.
Erect and indomitable.
If you won’t listen to your betters, better become better on your own.
The first living brain donor.
The craziest times came when he tried to be normal.
Not about what you deserve. It’s about what you believe.
The old man was – to his core – a zen anarchist.
I hear people. I hear voices. Why can’t I hear silence?
How good can you be? How much better can you still get in the time you have left?
The old man decided to do something amazing. Amazing is hard.
Lean into the suck.
People simply don’t know how brave he is. Just today, for lunch, he ate thirteen-day-old Korean take-out.
What did you figure out in life? You hang around with bad folks, you go down. You hang with good people, you go up.
(end line) And there you have it.
“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.” ― Sylvia Plath