Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.
That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.
Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
You can't deny laughter. When it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair–the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.
Get busy living or get busy dying.
You must not come lightly to the blank page.
If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.