November 20, 2012
"It’s that time and that place and that song, and you remember what it was like when you were in that place. And then you listen to that song, and you know you’re not in that place anymore, and it makes you feel hollow. You can’t just go find that stuff again."

Safety Not Guaranteed

September 3, 2012
"The moment you put your helmet on is the moment you become a refuge from the world. Motorcyclists are the modern day cowboys. There’s a Japanese term, Jinba-ittai, which means rider and horse as one. You develop a relationship with your bike. It’s an instrument, like a guitar waiting to be stroked. The sound, the way it intimidates people, that occasional wide open acceleration that pumps you up with adrenaline. It reminds me that I’m alive. It gives me power and control, something I don’t have in other parts of my life. There’s no texting, no radio station, and no windows. You’re forced to taste nature, to feel nature, and to really appreciate nature. You can either ride in a wolf pack or ride alone. It’s an itch that needs to be scratched. A fear you learn to embrace. Burt Munro said you live more in 5 minutes on a bike than some people do their whole lives. Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul."

August 13, 2012
"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long… what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?"

One Week

August 7, 2012

Here is a lesson in creative writing.

First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college. And I realize some of you may be having trouble deciding whether I am kidding or not. So from now on I will tell you when I’m kidding. For instance, join the National Guard or the Marines and teach democracy. I’m kidding. We are about to be attacked by Al Qaeda. Wave flags if you have them. That always seems to scare them away. I’m kidding.

If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.


Kurt Vonnegut

July 28, 2012
"Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you."

Gayle Forman

June 30, 2012
"You’re going to meet many people with domineering personalities: the loud, the obnoxious, those that noisily stake their claims in your territory and everywhere else they set foot on. This is the blueprint of a predator. Predators prey on gentleness, peace, calmness, sweetness and any positivity that they sniff out as weakness. Anything that is happy and at peace they mistake for weakness. It’s not your job to change these people, but it’s your job to show them that your peace and gentleness do not equate to weakness. I have always appeared to be fragile and delicate but the thing is, I am not fragile and I am not delicate. I am very gentle but I can show you that the gentle also possess a poison. I compare myself to silk. People mistake silk to be weak but a silk handkerchief can protect the wearer from a gunshot. There are many people who will want to befriend you if you fit the description of what they think is weak; predators want to have friends that they can dominate over because that makes them feel strong and important. The truth is that predators have no strength and no courage. It is you who are strong, and it is you who has courage. I have lost many a friend over the fact that when they attempt to rip me, they can’t. They accuse me of being deceiving; I am not deceiving, I am just made of silk. It is they who are stupid and wrongly take gentleness and fairness for weakness. There are many more predators in this world, so I want you to be made of silk. You are silk."

C. JoyBell C.

June 14, 2012

I think the greatest things human beings can have in common are the things that make them sad.

May 17, 2012
"You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for one reason or another. And she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls rolling around. And there was like snot running down my nose. And she offered me her sleeve and told me to blow my nose into it. And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself, this is love… this is love."

Garden State

May 4, 2012
"I would trade this sleep for you in a heartbeat"

Now, Now

March 1, 2012
"The park is now empty and bear with an abandoned shame about it, the jungle jim, the slide, and the swing have rusted together. They’re all so terribly alone now, where did all the children go? Didn’t they know that the park needed them? A child’s intelligent heart can fathom the depth of many dark places, but can it fathom the delicate moment of its own detachment?"