I’ve sucked way too much cement for this year. Bad juju rising off them city sidewalks. I need to babble with a brook or two, inhale starlight, make friends with some trees.
Solace? That’s why God made fermented beverages and the blues.
It’s hard to say who’s a greater threat to the world, an ambitious CEO with a big ad budget or a crafty cleric with an obsolete Bible verse.
We only rise above mediocrity when there’s something at stake. p. 174.
Reality whistles a different tune underwater.
In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that’s continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.
Love is dope, not chicken soup.
This did not annoy Amanda for it had long been her theory that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another.
I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case.
What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.
Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.
Some marriages are made in heaven, Mine was made in Hong Kong, by the same people who make those little rubber pork chops they sell in the pet department at Kmart.
Live the beauty or your own reality.
We’re making it up. The world, the universe, life, reality. Especially reality.
Christianity is merely a system for turning priestesses into handmaidens, queens into concubines, and goddesses into muses.
The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.
People are never perfect, but love can be.
If by the quarter of the twentieth century godliness wasn’t next to something more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.
There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.
Every individual has to assume responsibility for his or her own actions, even the poor and the young. A social system that decrees otherwise is inviting intellectual atrophy and spiritual stagnation.