You want to get your book to press. You rush it through. Revision number twenty—done. Do you really need twenty more? Yes. A half-baked book is a half-birthed child. It aborts, is put on life support; reviewers line the hall to pull the plug.
This isn’t a religious book though I mention God, not a medical advisory though I speak of pain. It’s a circus, a mortuary, a grade school, a limousine ride. Will it be worth the paper it’s printed on or the screen you hold in your hand? I just...
Gonzo: Once again, I must ask you to remember that the Marleys were dead, and decaying in their graves. Rizzo the Rat: Yuck! Gonzo: [whispering] That one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wondrous. Rizzo the Rat: Why are you ...
Rizzo the Rat: Oh, Gonzo, speak to me! I mean, Mr. Dickens. Charlie! Are you hurt? Gonzo: [gets up] To say that Scrooge became startled would be untrue. Still the moment had passed, and the world was as it should be. Rizzo the Rat: He ain't hurt. Did...
Erik Lehnsherr: [before Charles uses Cerebro for the first time] What an adorable lab rat you make, Charles. Professor Charles Xavier: Don't spoil this for me, Erik. Erik Lehnsherr: I've been a lab rat. I know when I see one.
Some people say he engineered his own arrest to gain an insight into modern methods of policing for a thriller he had planned. But you know what happens to artistic rats in prison: they have their rectums stretched, and not by overindulgence in Miche...
Perhpas if I call out to Rat he might hear," said the Mole to himself, but without much hope. Rat! Ratty! O Rat, please hear me!" he called out as loudly as he could, holding up his lantern as he did so, waving it about/ But the wind rushed and roare...
A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit!
This piece of earth I billet grows small. Bullets of time dart past, dropping shards of opportunity at my feet. And until the rift that surrounds my decaying body clamps shut—swallows me up like so many remains—I army on, simultaneously ignoring ...
I am Frustration. I am Memory-Lost. Sometimes I read a line a dozen times before it sticks. My creative force has slipped. I type slower, speak slower, think at a snail’s pace. I’m Life shapeshifted by Post Traumatic Stress, bastardized by Fate.
sunset and evening star hunching and bending sleeping and slipping virus pneumonia coughing and crying hope in the small things heaven looks brighter aching and falling earth is still darkness slip into sleeping sleepings of death dead now and buried...
Writing is a beast to tame, an energy to transform. Whip that toad into a prince and French kiss it to life. We start at the top but keep looking down, from macro to micro, from what could work to what does—but start with the dream. Nothing is real...
PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OF SYLVIA PLATH Conventions bleed my soul squeeze me old wear me grey like a headstone in transit. It’s tradition and form— fear of the unknown— driving me dead in tight spaces darkly. I cry aloud but who can hear when I...
Time, not money, is your biggest asset in life. You need time to invest in relationships (with yourself and your family) or to chase your passion. "Think again" if you are still trading off time for money. Let your money work for you. You don't work ...
The Kahn spoke to his disfigured expert. Mal-Greb, confused at first, listened, nodded and bowed his head like the slave he was. Jani Beg momentarily seized with energy grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders and breathed into his face “Hurl them ...
[Scrooge has met the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come] Rizzo the Rat: Oh, this is too scary. I don't think I wanna see any more! Gonzo: When you're right, you're right. [turning to face the audience] Gonzo: You're on your own, folks. We'll meet you at ...
[Rizzo and "Mr. Dickens" are sitting on the window ledge outside Scrooge's bedroom] Rizzo the Rat: [looking around] Um, are you sure it's safe for us to be up here? Gonzo: Scrooge is saved. What can happen now? Rizzo the Rat: Yeah. [Scrooge opens the...
Linguini: [sees that Remy has betrayed him] You're-You're stealing food? Wha... How could you? I thought you were my friend! I trusted you! [chasing the rats out] Linguini: Get out! You and all your rat buddies! and don't come back, or I'll treat you...
Flass: [taking a bribe] Don't suppose you want a taste? I just keep offering, thinking maybe some day you'll get wise. Jim Gordon: There's nothing wise in what you do, Flass. Flass: Well, Jimbo, you don't take the taste... makes us guys nervous. Jim ...
I'm not a tour rat. I'm not crazy about it.
I live like a crazy old pack rat.
