I don't do that kind of negativity. If you put your energy into thinking about how much the fall would hurt, you're already halfway down.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

The sudden, painful flare of envy caught me by surprise. I was a loner, my last few years in school. I could have done with a friend like that.

As ever in the family Goodman, someone would have to swallow feelings here, and it was easier that it be Mercer.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

For me, the Church is the enemy.

I never like things that don't look nice. It's really that simple.

He would have us like children who believe what their father tells them.

There's a whole apparatus for indie bands now, but back in the eighties it was just getting built. The early people really took it on the chin.

No matter how closely we look, it is difficult to find a mental act that can take place without the support of some physical function.

It is folly to expect men to do all that they may reasonably be expected to do.

If my impressions are correct, our educational planing mill cuts down all the knots of genius, and reduces the best of the men who go through it to much the same standard.

On the other hand, I'm drawn to top hats, and spats, and mustaches. I haven't read a Missed Connection yet with someone wearing a monocle, but rest assured I'll snap it up if I do.