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Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.

Hipster Quotes

I am alone. I have no one to talk to and no one to call.

In 1918, a Chinese immigrant working in a Los Angeles noodle factory invented the fortune cookie. He did so believing that a cookie with a positive message in it would raise the spirits of the city’s poor.

You want worship for what? For what you give? For how you treat us? For what you allow to happen? For the hatred that exists that you don’t stop? For the violence that you don’t stop? For the death that you don’t stop? Man killing man killing women killing children that you don’t stop. And you want worship? You want us on our knees? You want devotion? You want exaltation? You want faith? A crown of thorns pressed into the skull bleeding at the tips.

I think God is something that people use to avoid reality. I think faith allows people to reject what is right in front of our eyes, which is that thing, this life, this existence, this consciousness, or whatever word you want to use for it, is all we have, and all we’ll ever have. I think people have faith because they want and need to believe in something, whatever that something is, because life can be hard and depressing and brutal if you don’t.

You gotta work for everything in this world. Scratch and claw and fight for every little thing. And it never gets easier. Never. And it doesn’t end until you die. And then it doesn’t matter.

He’s gone, but my memory isn’t and it won’t be for a long time. It has always been a fault of mine. I hold my memory. pg.15.

There are three shelves with about forty books on each shelf. As I look through them, I am hoping for something that will take me away from here.

Life is hard, deal with it. Working sucks, deal with it.

I could be hurt by something other than myself.

Twenty-nine cents of every tax dollar collected is spent on law enforcement. Fifteen cents of every tax dollar collected is spent on sewage collection and treatment. Eight cents of every tax dollar collected is spent on road maintenance. One-point-five cents of every tax dollar collected is spent on education.

It is a touching story, and it is written more to convince than to tell. I am not convinced.

When I find a magazine and I lean back to start reading it, I can see the woman watching me out of the corner of her eye. She moves closer to the child and she puts her arm around him and she leans over and kisses his forehead. I know why she does it and I don’t blame her and as I open my magazine my heart breaks and I hope that the little boy doesn’t grow up to be anything like me.

I think God is something that People use to avoid reality.

The future is unwritten. What will be will be.

In 1935, the Los Angeles Police Department, via mayoral directive, sends a battalion of police officers to the Nevada border to stop hitchhikers, primarily Mexican nationals, from entering the state of California. They return after four days and report that they were unable to stem the flow of immigration.

I’ve always said I’m more influenced in what I do by artists, and how they work, how they think, and the freedom they’re given to work and think, than I really am by other writers.

I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want that moment to end and I didn’t want that feeling to ever leave me. But all things leave us, all people, all feelings, no matter how we want them to stay, no matter how tight we hold on to them. We lose everything in life at some point.

My body is falling apart and my mind fell apart a long time ago.

The pain is immense, but I need it because it keeps me from going insane.

I am going to die. When I die I will be dead, gone, no more. There will be no more thinking, no more breathing, no more feeling of any kind. There will blackness and the blackness will be eternal. There will be silence and the silence will last forever. I am going to die.

I choose to be the person that i want to be.

But that’s part of faith. Believing and knowing despite what other people say, and despite what the world might think of your beliefs.

I know people might think I’m strong or tough, but I’m really not. I’m a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

Our heart is an organ that pumps our blood through our body, but our heart is also an organ that fills that blood with whatever we are feeling and the blood, the blood, the blood moves through every part of us, every fiber of us, every cell.

Learn to deal with that. It’s the way of the world. You fight and struggle and work your ass off and then you die. Deal with that.

They say live and let live, do not judge, take life as it comes.

There is no Higher Power or any God who is responsible for what I do and for what I have done and for who I am. There is no Higher Power or any God who will cure me. There is no Meeting where any amount of whining, complaining and blaming is going to make me feel any better.

I want one last look at something beautiful. I want one last look so that I have something to hold in my mind while I’m dying, so that when I take my last breath I will be able to think of something that will make me smile, so that in the midst of the horror I can hold on to some shred of humanity.

If you want to be whole, you must first be partial.

My mind is filled with one thought and it runs through over and over and over.

I don’t believe she’s in Heaven and I don’t believe she’s in a better place. She’s dead and when we’re dead, we’re gone. There are no blinding lights, there is no happy music, there are no Angels waiting to greet us.

She talks about the desertion. How each time it broke her heart. How with each break it became harder to heal. How with each time she healed, it became harder to love again. How each time hope faded into desolation. Into loneliness and despair. Into self-hatred and self-loathing. At the beginning there was hope. It faded. At the end there was nothing.

No one wants to die alone, even though that’s how it happens to all of us, even though we pretend there’s some other ways.

There’s something, I think, that gets lost when we write something – something gets lost in the translation. So I speak everything out, and it’s more important how it sounds. And applying that to more formal aspects of writing.

My secret is that I choose to be the person that I want to be. That I don’t believe in destiny or predetermination, but in choice, and that each of us chooses to be the person we are. Whatever you want to be you can be, whatever you want to do you can do, wherever you want to go you can go. The world, and the life ahead, is ours for the taking. The future is unwritten, and you can make it whatever you want it to be.

It started when she passed me a note in English class. The note said you don’t seem as awful as I hear you are. I passed one back that read: beware I am as awful as people say and worse. She laughed and I had a friend. She didn’t become my Ally and I didn’t ask her to or want her to but she became my friend and that was more than anyone else was willing to do.

Faith is the fool’s excuse.

It’s been great getting better with you.

That’s what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time – is they’ve figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

Stories Quotes

I try to write books that are different from the books I’ve already written. I think one of the thing I really try to do is reinvent how a novel can be written.

Whether they are accepted or not isn’t important. What is important is the act of apologizing, the act of admitting fault, the act of asking for forgiveness.

Blood is blood and it’s all red. Show me what’s in your heart and in your eyes.

I’m pretty good at compartmentalizing things and not allowing things outside of myself to distract me or bother me or affect me in any way.

The life of the Addict is always the same. There is no excitement, no glamour, no fun. There are no good times, there is no joy, there is no happiness. There is no future and no escape. There is only an obsession. An all-encompassing, fully enveloping, completely overwhelming obsession. To make light of it, brag about it, or revel in the mock glory of it is not in any way, shape or form related to its truth, and that is all that matters, the truth.

I always wanted to write a book about LA, a big ambitious book. Nobody had ever really done it with LA- treating the city seriously as a major economic and cultural power, as the embodiment of 21st century America.

I think as an artist or a writer it’s OK to want to control your own work.

Take the risk and do whatever you can do and try not to get caught. If you do get caught, do it again.

You can tell yourself anything you want, but until you believe what you’re telling yourself, you’re wasting words.

We live in a world that’s very fast, where we get bombarded with huge amounts of information very quickly, and I have tried to tailor my voice to the times, which I think, writers, over the course of history – many have always done.

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