Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.
To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.
This is all my identification, my birth certificate, my everything. You can be Shannon McFarland from now on. My career. The ninety-degree attention. It's yours. All of it. Everything. I hope it's eno...
Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.
These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics.
There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.
The worst strategy I could pursue is self-improvement.
The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.
The secret is to not let your imagination get carried away.
The problem is, if you never weep in public... well, the public assumes you never weep.
The newspaper warns us about terrorist anthrax bombs and virulent new strains of meningitis, and the only comfort newspapers can offer is a coupon for 20 cents off on underarm deodorant.
The big reason why folks leave a small town, Rant used to say, is so they can moon over the idea of going back. And the reason they stay put is so they can moon about getting out.
The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.
That’s pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our attention. Jacking off. Denial.
Si estás leyendo esto, el aviso va dirigido a ti. Cada palabra que leas de esta letra pequeña inútil, es un segundo menos de vida para ti. ¿No tienes otras cosas que hacer? ¿Tu vida esta tan vacia que...
Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.
She'd wear shades of lipstick you'd expect to see around the base of a penis.
She'd exchanged her dreams of her parents for the dogma of her instructors, but neither of those outlooks were innately her own.
Self improvement is masturbation...
Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction...