S.A. Cosby > S.A.'s Quotes

“The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.
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― Jim Harrison

“El tema, escribió él, es el dolor. Cuánto acumulo, cuánto esquivo.”
― Dennis Lehane, Abrázame, oscuridad

“Me di cuenta de que intentaba convencerse a sí mismo, de que trataba de reunir el valor necesario para atravesar esa puerta. Pero aún le faltaba mucho para poder hacerlo. —Es la tensión —le expliqué—. La espera. —¿Qué quieres decir? —A veces parece peor que la simple confrontación. Te parece que si pudieras hacer algo dejarías de sentirte como si trataras de desprenderte de tu propia piel. Asintió. —Pues sí, así es como me siento. —El problema, Phil, es que si Gerry es el tipo que creemos que es, la confrontación va a ser mucho peor que la espera. Nos matará, armados o no. Tragó saliva y asintió.”
― Dennis Lehane, Abrázame, oscuridad

“She had a teddy bear in her arms and murder in her eyes.”
― Jordan Harper, She Rides Shotgun

“Shiloh isn’t haunted – men are haunted.
Shiloh doesn’t care.”
― Thomas Harris, Red Dragon

“Beasts bounding through time.

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory

moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense