Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.
What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common….
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there…and still on your feet.
People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps. You’ve heard a thousand pop and country songs that prove the point; some fool got his heart broke. Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What’s so sweet about that?
That wasn’t any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, Why god? Why me? and the thundering voice of God answered, There’s just something about you that pisses me off.
The good thing about being old, is you don’t have to worry about dying young.
And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.
They’re animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long
I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.
The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.
He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands
To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.
In the year 2025, the best men don’t run for president, they run for their lives. . . .
We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.
No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.
Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other … except through faith.
If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?
Las personas con un alto nivel de tolerancia al aburrimiento tienen tiempo de sobra para pensar.
There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.
We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
Kill you all! The clown was laughing and screaming. Try to stop me and I’ll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can’t stop me!