Wind has the potential to produce many, many more jobs per kilowatt hour than coal. But the coal industry has tremendous political clout on Capitol Hill because of its alliance with the railroads... and with coal-burning utilities... - Robert F. Kennedy Jr
A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.
And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.
God grant me to SERENITY to accept what I cannot change the TENACITY to change what I may and the GOOD LUCK not to f*** up too often.
If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.
If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.
Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.
Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.
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