Mr. Nobody Quotes
It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.
It’s one of my theories that when people give you advice, they’re really just talking to themselves in the past.
Be curious about the world in which you live. Look things up. Chase down every reference. Go deeper than anybody else--that's how you'll get ahead.
Read deeply. Stay open. Continue to wonder.
The artistic image is not intended to represent the thing itself, but, rather, the reality of the force the thing contains.
We do not trust educated people and rarely, alas, produce them, for we do not trust the independence of mind which alone makes a genuine education possible.
Partying and dancing have never been my thing, but drinking I could do with reasonable familiarity and skills. I decided to begin there.
I met a few chimpanzees on my pilgrimages and I wasn't sure if they were just shrivelled-up villagers or chimps...
I might have to rescind my no-love rule, " she said, a cookie in each hand. "Cookies are my sweet spot.' He smiled. "They're not your only sweet spot.
Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. "I'm yours, " she whispered. "For the duration." "Yes, but more than that, I'm yours, " he said, quiet steel.
Are you okay?" "Fan-fricking-tastic. Only way today could get better is if I were scheduled for an appendectomy. Without drugs. In a third-world country.
That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.
You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible.
An imperfect human heart, perfectly shattered, was her conclusion. A condition so common as to be virtually universal, rendering issues of right and wrong almost incidental.
I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself.
Everyone wants to feel like they could destroy a small-to-medium-to-large part of someone who loves them.
I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face—not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.
On Tuesday, December 7th, a lot of good things happened: they took the trach out, took the cast off my leg and my PT, Maria, had me standing.
On the fifth day, they told my parents I was on the bottom of the chart, and there was nothing else they could do.
Some of the things that contributed to my positive attitude were rejoicing, smiling and acknowledging every small step I had made.
Riley, you're the Devil, and I'd gladly sell you my soul, if you didn't already own it..." - Luc Wade
I wondered for a moment if he was trying to get me to join a cult, but I realized it was just his youth talking, not a dogma.
I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story.
She continues to do her best to inspire and make others smile with her attitude of "it can always get better.
I never thought I'd be a teacher, but when I started doing it, I fell in love with it.
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
The first time I was told that I had a brain injury, I immediately thought to myself, "I'm not crazy.
Nobody is born with a style or a voice. We don't come out of the womb knowing who we are. In the beginning, we learn by pretending to be our heroes. We learn by copying.
Before I knew escape, life was something to be endured, passively. Now I hunger for it.
The job of a journalist is to amplify the voices of the marginalized. To do that, you have to hear those voices in the first place.
I love rules and I love following them, unless that rule is stupid.
Don't just steal the style, steal the thinking behind the style. You don't want to look like your heroes, you want to see like your heroes.
Days are a finite resource and it's best to protect the ones you have.
Every artist gets asked the question, “Where do you get your ideas?” The honest artist answers, “I steal them.
The best way to vanquish your enemies on the Internet? Ignore them.
My parents also had a tough time recognizing me at first. because my eyes were black and swollen shut and I had two tubes coming out of my head.
On Tuesday December seventh a lot of good things happened: they took the trach out, took the cast off my leg, and my PT, Maria, had me standing.
Managing games comes second. Managing people comes first.
