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July 16 - July 29, 2025
It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.
“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”
“Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we’ll be on our way, but he’ll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.”
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous.”
If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky.
The saying “time heals all wounds” is false. Time heals most wounds.
Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.
“Some of these young men from the court come in, fanning their faces and moaning about the latest tragedy. But their feet are so pink and soft. You know they’ve never walked anywhere on their own. You know they’ve never really been hurt.”
He had an easy manner and an honest smile. I did not like him.
Plainly said, he was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn’t realize that once a noose is tied, it will fit one neck as easily as another.
After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.
Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.”
Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.
It was the first thing he had said to me that I did not agree with wholeheartedly. Metal rusts, I thought, music lasts forever. Time will eventually prove one of us right.
I had talked too much. I had said too little.
