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"Shit is SO FUCKING GOOD straight from the jump—
Got me laughing out loud on the plane." — Oct 29, 2025 12:22PM
"Shit is SO FUCKING GOOD straight from the jump—
Got me laughing out loud on the plane." — Oct 29, 2025 12:22PM
People who think dying is the worst thing don’t know a thing about life.
“But, as I watch this film, I often think that the boy did not know what he was really running toward, that it was not the end zone which awaited him. Somewhere in that ten second dash the running boy turned to metaphor and the older man could see it where the boy couldn not. He would be good at running, always good at it, and he would always run away from the things that hurt him, from the people who loved him, and from the friends empowered to save him. But where do we run when there are no crowds, no lights, no end zones? Where does a man run? the coach said, studying the films of himself as a boy. Where can a man run when he has lost the excuse of games? Where can a man run or where can he hide when he looks behind him and sees that he is only pursued by himself?”
― The Prince of Tides
― The Prince of Tides
“We find things, just as we lose things. If you’ve lost your honor, you’ll find it again.”
― Sky in the Deep
― Sky in the Deep
“But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.”
― The Prince of Tides
― The Prince of Tides
“The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.”
― The Prince of Tides
― The Prince of Tides
“I blaze with a deep sullen magic, smell lust like a heron on fire; all words I form into castles then storm them with soldiers of air. What I seek is not there for asking. My armies are fit and well trained. This poet will trust her battalions to fashion her words into blades. At dawn I shall ask them for beauty, for proof that their training went well. At night I shall beg their forgiveness as I cut their throats by the hill. My navies advance through the language, destroyers ablaze in high seas. I soften the island for landings. With words, I enlist a dark army. My poems are my war with the world. I blaze with a deep southern magic. The bombardiers taxi at noon. There is screaming and grief in the mansions and the moon is a heron on fire.”
― The Prince of Tides
― The Prince of Tides
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