I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

Our lives make awesome stories, especially if you don't get too attached to the thread of your own narrative.

D'autant que nous avons cher, estre, et estre consiste en mouvement et action.

Speak life. Let your voice be heard around the globe. Speak into existence prosperity, peace, love, happiness. Allow yours words to transcend throughout space and time.

Someone telling you about the future did not prepare you for it. Nothing prepared you for it.

to an uncircumcised father, irreverent son.

That's a yellow card for Cazoria. So the next time he's involved in Europe, he won't be.

Speaks well of a man to need a little something in this world. I wouldn't trust a man who could git through it cold sober.

It takes an unusually philosophic mind to accept that all one’s suffering might be to no end, really, in the larger scheme of things.

I didn't like the distance between my family and myself that I was experiencing from having to work all the time.

Wall Street has turned the economy into a giant asset-stripping scheme, one whose purpose is to suck the last bits of meat from the carcass of the middle class.

Realism is a corruption of reality.