Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

I remember too how Spring came, just when I thought it might stay winter forever, at first in little touches and strokes of green lighting up the bare mud like candle flames, and then it covered the whole place with a light pelt of shadowy grass blades and leaves. And I remember how, as the days and winds passed over, the foliage shifted and sang.

I began to feel at home

As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
I though we had a professional business relationship. I thought the same thing about Sug Knight and Ira Glass. You guys are all alike.

"Can you imagine voting for Rick Santorum? The only way someone in a sweater vest is getting my vote is if their names are Bel, Biv or Devoe."

-Saturday Night Live

"It is more important to live the life one wishes to live, and to go down with it if necessary, quite contentedly, than to live more profitably but less happily. Yet to achieve content under sometimes adverse circumstances, requires first an adjustment within oneself, and this I had already made, and after that, a recognition that one is not unique in being obliged to toil and struggle and suffer. This is the simplest of all facts and the most difficult for the individual ego to accept."

-Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, Cross Creek.

"I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"


It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. Getting is living a lie, turning our back on the truth, and Visions are glimpses of the truth: Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision.

Huburt Selby, Jr
Preface to the New Edition, Requiem For ADream 
Los Angeles, 1999 

I came to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren’t alone. Maybe God was simply the part of that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not. 

-Augusten Burroughs, A Wolf At The Table.