You have to dig deep to bury your daddy.
Pink: [singing] Daddy's flown across the ocean. Leaving just a memory. A snapshot in the family album. Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me? All in all, it was just a brick in the wall. All in all, it was all ju...
Doyle: Frank's a weak little kid. His daddy taught him how to be a pussy. Frank: Stop it, Doyle! Don't talk about my daddy. Doyle: "Don't talk about my daddy". Go on and get up outta here. Go out to the garage and let me be. Go on now, get!
And all I could do while I listened to this dude tell me how punk rock saved his life was think, Wow. Why did my friend waste all that time going to chemotherapy? I guess we should have just played him a bunch of shitty Black Flag records.
There are two ways to look at life. The first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone's life is entropy. The second is that everything pretty much stays the same (more or...
I wake up, I feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and I am struck by the fact that I am alone. And that everyone is alone. And that everything I understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that I ...
Jack: There he is. There's my boy. But who's your daddy? Who is yo' daddy?
Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: Why did you and Brick suddenly decide to drive up from New Orleans? Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: For your birthday, what else? Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: I had a birthday last year and the year before that. Didn't see you t...
Jacy Farrow: Well you married Daddy when he was poor and he got rich, didn't he? Lois Farrow: Scared your daddy into getting rich, beautiful. Jacy Farrow: Well if Daddy could do it, Duane could too. Lois Farrow: Not married to you. You're not scary e...
I can't be a cream puff.
When you believe you've become the best writer you can be… you still aren’t.
I love a cardboard coffin. Both Mummy and Daddy went off in cardboard coffins, painted - Daddy's was rifle green. Beautifully made.
Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: Let's go home. Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt: Don't you want to ride with the children, honey? Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: No! Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt: [laughing] He's his sassy old self again, all right! Harvey 'Big Daddy' Poll...
She reached for the milk and honey soap, then poured it into the puff, but when she started washing him with it, he chuckled. “Uh, sweetheart?” “Hmm?” Candice mumbled as she stared at some interesting spot on his arm. “Real men don’t use ...
Writing is a craft, being an author is work, and having readers and a following is a gift.
I like to think that when I complete a novel I learned something along the way.
I wouldn't want to do a 'Maury Povich' show. Baby daddy! Who's your daddy? Who's your mama? I wouldn't want to do that kind of show.
But whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of l...
Pundits are always blaming TV for making people stupid, movies for desensitizing the world to violence, and rock music for making kids take drugs and kill themselves. These things should be the least of our worries. The main problem with mass media i...
Without imagination, writing is a stack of lumber, a sack of nails, and a locked tool shed.
Love comes in seemingly insignificant moments and if you’re not paying attention, you might miss them.
