Posted on April 18, 2024April 18, 2024 The good thing about having a family that doesn’t love you is you learn to live without it. …I’m a plant that grows on rocks and lives off insects that die inside of me. If Willa doesn’t come back, that’s fine. Because I don’t need love. It’s like a superpower. And if she comes back and doesn’t love me, that’s OK too, ’cause I don’t need it.
Posted on May 29, 2022May 29, 2022 I don’t care how many years you have on this job. If the felony rate doesn’t fall, you most certainly will. The gods are f****ing you, you find a way to f**k them back. It’s Baltimore gentlemen, the gods will not save you.
Posted on March 26, 2020 To be a scientist is to be naive. We are so focused on our search for truth, we fail to consider how few actually want us to find it. But it is always there, whether we see it or not, whether we choose to or not. The truth doesn’t care about our needs or wants. It doesn’t care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions. It will lie in wait, for all time. And this, at last, is the gift of Chernobyl. Where I once would fear the cost of truth, now I only ask: What is the cost of lies?
Posted on July 16, 2019November 10, 2019 Dear Carl. I remember. I forgot who I was. You made me remember. I remember that feeling walking with you that day. Like I finally knew who I was for the first time in my life. Thing is, we were walking side-by-side, but you were bringin’ me somewhere. Bringin’ me here. Bringin’ all of us to the new world, Carl. You showed me the new world. You made it real. I see it. I remember. Dad.
Posted on November 18, 2017February 10, 2018 Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair or f**king beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back.
Posted on October 11, 2017February 10, 2018 And so, when, thirty years from now, our brothers go down the street without a leg, without an arm, or a face, and small boys ask why, we will be able to say “Vietnam” and not mean a desert, not a filthy obscene memory, but mean instead where America finally turned, and where soldiers like us helped it in the turning.
Posted on September 12, 2017February 10, 2018 I could tell you everything about her. Who she was. How we met. The color of her eyes and the shape of her nose. I can see her right in front of me. She’s more real than you are. We could spend all night trading tales of lost love. Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.
Posted on June 23, 2017February 10, 2018 Pues quien mas. Pues claro, no ve que ese señor se me infiltro y mejor dicho me esta sapeando hasta la pecueca.
Posted on April 1, 2017October 13, 2017 I think we know what military fame is: To be killed on the field of battle and have our names spelled wrong in the newspapers.
Posted on October 12, 2016October 13, 2017 I do not believe in weeds. Look at that glorious colour! A weed is simply a flower that someone decides is in the wrong place. Why should the Taraxacum struggle in the cracks? It deserves an efficacious spot in which to flourish.
Posted on January 9, 2016February 12, 2018 When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
Posted on December 18, 2015December 14, 2017 There’s a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there’s a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain’t no either-or proposition. We’re talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can’t hide. My experience? Face the darkness. Stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!
Posted on May 14, 2015December 14, 2017 Savor the fruit of life, my young friends. It has a sweet taste when it is fresh from the vine, but don’t live too long. The taste turns bitter… after a time.
Posted on April 7, 2015December 19, 2017 Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
Posted on January 28, 2015November 8, 2018 Now listen to me, my good man. Important as I am in local circles, I have not yet risen to the level where I can walk on water.
Posted on November 22, 2014December 19, 2017 July 13, 5:00 P.M. En route. The Zephyr: Here I am this mid-July afternoon going home. And glad to be going home. Surely I care little about home and never have. Back to Nebraska to the hateful heat of summer, to work day after day, to monotony most would say. But glad! This long silver train makes swift passage. It is streaking across the flat Colorado country as I sit here alone. (Why should I be so near to tears?) The whole trip to Colorado is like a dream now. The whole thing drops from my shoulders now like a jeweled coat, and I lay it aside feeling I’ve never worn it at all.
Posted on July 27, 2013December 21, 2017 Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion. I voted from conviction, not out determination or fear, but because of the feeling deep in my heart that this was the right thing to do.
Posted on May 12, 2012December 21, 2017 The Yellowstone Park is something absolutely unique in the world, so far as I know. This park was created and is now administered for the benefit and enjoyment of the people. The scheme of its preservation is noteworthy in its essential democracy. The only way that the people as a whole can secure to themselves and their children the enjoyment in perpetuity of what the Yellowstone Park has to give is by assuming the ownership in the name of the nation and by jealously safeguarding and preserving the scenery, the forests, and the wild creatures.
Posted on September 3, 2009January 3, 2018 I wonder if leafs feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?
Posted on July 22, 2009April 9, 2023 I can’t accept the world the way it is. It’s too horrible, but I have to try to change it. My choice is either take it or do something about it — or try to do something about it. I think we have an obligation to those who have died and to those have survived. To try, never to stop trying to make it a more humane world. And that’s what I do and I ask others to do the best they can — try. And if we try hard enough and long enough, I’m confident it will come about.
Posted on March 17, 2008February 8, 2018 Acts of men are better than acts of God. Tell me how to stop that thing!
Posted on November 7, 2007February 8, 2018 Do you remember, the letter that Mike Ranney wrote me? You do? You remember how I ended it? “I cherish the memories of a question my grandson asked me the other day, when he said, ‘Grandpa were you a hero in a war?’. Grandpa said no. But I served in a company of heroes.”
Posted on August 7, 2007February 9, 2018 If there’s magic in boxing, it’s the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.
Posted on March 11, 2007February 9, 2018 What’s a house? It’s a metaphor, right… for the mind? Isn’t that what’s all about? You’ve got to tear down the old before you build the new. You’ve got to loose your mind before you find it. The universe whacked my house, but it was really whacking my mind. Let go. Give Up. Throw out all those old plans and stick your face in the here and now. Whether this works out, or it doesn’t. I’m a free man.
Posted on August 9, 2006February 9, 2018 Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.