...I didn't want to be a passenger on someone else's motorcycle.I wanted to be the one riding that motherfucker.
You know Becky, you haven't been the same since that crowbar fell on your head." - - said to me by my mother after I eloped with a guy I'd known for about 30 days, when I was 18 years old!
(n.) Alt. of Memoirs
Even wondered about the difference?Autobiography: The usually self-serving accounts of personal accomplishments by a public figure.Memoir: The usually self-serving accounts of someone whose only accom...
If you can see it, you can achieve it. God helps those who helps themselves. Power is in the act of humility.
Nothing is wasted when you are a writer. The stuff that doesn't work has to be written to make way for the stuff that might; often you need to take the long way around. And if you're writing memoir yo...
We mask our needs as the needs of others.
Reading wasn't an attempt to educate myself. It was my chief escape from a world that, although gorgeous in landscape and rich with mountain culture, didn't provide what I needed—the promise of advent...
If I have been given any gift in this life, it’s my ability to live simultaneously in the rational world and the world of imagination.
I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I d...
A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.
Staring at my smoldering hot date, her husband stands tall for the first time in a decade, adjusting his toupee while flashing a horrid green toothy grin that looks more like a Steven Hawkins muscle s...
Well, did anything interesting happen today?' [my father] would begin. And even before the daily question was completed I had eagerly launched into my narrative of every play, and almost every pitch,...
Going to the seaside in winter is like seeing your partner first thing in the morning. Ugly, depressing and troubled by wind.
So when people see me walking on the street, they feel like we're old pals. Women pull my cheeks and men clap me on the shoulder; I'm like a petting zoo. But movie stars, on the other hand, are much m...
Her legacy was not--would not be--this disease. Phyllis Marie Unold Avery told us stories...It is my promise to her that for as long as I am able, I will recognize, restory, and remember.
The Buddha taught that most problems - if only you give them enough time and space - will eventually wear themselves out.
In any case, it's the cowardice of people like you who give dictators the chance to install themselves!
But it's a neurological fact that the scared self holds on while the reasoned one lets go.
My brother distrusts the essential truth of memories; I distrust the way we colour them in. We each have our own cheap-mail-order paintbox, and our favourite hues. Thus, I remembered Grandma a few pag...
Anyone with an autobiography is almost definitely an evil piece of shit.