I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
I know your mother lives in your head – almost everyone’s mother does, I guess – but you can’t let her have her way on this one.
Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.
Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie’s ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere’s GARDENER!
Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.
And didn’t they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?
Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.
Life turns on a dime.
Although emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers are short on empathy. That comes later in life, if it comes at all.
When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.
Even people capable of living in the past don’t really know what the future holds.
Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.
Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot if difference. They don’t have to makes speeches. Just believing is usually enough.
All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.
Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don’t shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Aghhh! Gordie: And then your mom goes around the corner and she licks it up.
Gordie: Do you think I’m weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody’s weird.
The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
Want to know the best thing about teaching? Seeing that moment when a kid discovers his or her gift. There’s no feeling on earth like it.