Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Marriage is overdone. As long as there are people, people are going to find it interesting.
In some ways, blogging is like drinking - it gives a person permission to be a total asshole.
Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.
...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.
Like cubic zirconia, I only look real. I'm an imposter. The fact is, I am not like other people.
Before I'm a writer, I'm definitely a reader and when I read memoir, I really want it to be true.
I always tried to learn Greek, but all I got out of it was, "poulaki mou." ["My little chicken."]
I tend to really enjoy being swept up in fiction. I love a good story and I admire fiction authors.
But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.
The more obsessed one is with getting thin, the more certain it becomes that one will never get there.
It's weird - sort of not terribly wise - to take a book that was successful and then change its cover.
This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.
And in my mind, this settles the issue. I would never drink cologne, and am therefore not an alcoholic.
My mistake was in underestimating the emotional force of a song you have already hear a thousand times.
I'm like the guy who prepares your taxes or a dentist. I'm very conservative and boring in a lot of ways.
My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.
I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.
I don't believe in the concept of a soul mate. Because we are all unique, but we're also simply too similar.
I was in advertising for years. That was cushy, you know? It's pretty cushy in a lot of ways, but I hated it.
and she's a nurse. do you know how hard nursing school is? it's like medical school. so she's obviously smart.
When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.
Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.
And of course, the answer came to me in the same way Jesus comes to those who drink in trailers: as an epiphany.
I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.
Everybody in recovery smokes. If you don't like smoking, don't even bother trying to get sober. Just stay drunk.
You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.
The most valuable moments and experiences that life has to offer are found only along its most treacherous paths.
I think writers tend to be experience junkies, and I think they also tend to want to be on the outside looking in.
Even when we lose an arm or a leg, there's not less of us but more. Human experience weighs more than human tissue.
Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles.
I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.
You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.
It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?
Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.
Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.
My thoughts seem thick, ketchup stuck in a bottle. Like trying to feel someone's face while wearing goosedown mittens.
Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself. It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.
Confidence is a reduction of your own interest in whether others are thinking about you and if so, what they're thinking.
Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.
We were young. We were bored. And the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.
Our lives are one endless stretch of misery punctuated by processed fast foods and the occasional crisis or amusing curiosity.
The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do.
There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.
I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.
Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.
You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.
The truth is humbling, terrifying, and often exhilarating. It blows the doors off the hinges and fills the world with fresh air.
I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.
I don't really think of my blog as a real blog. It's a lame blog. It's more like my when-the-mood-strikes update, or smoke signal.
I never could have written the screenplay because I would have been forced to learn new software and I can't learn one more thing.