Stone Junction Quotes
Stone Junction
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Jim Dodge3,063 ratings, 4.08 average rating, 288 reviews
Stone Junction Quotes
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“Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“Why are the ones who are too good to be true always being true to someone else?”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“The mind is the shadow of the light it seeks.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“I don't know a fucking thing. That must mean I'm finally sane and that's an excellent place to start going crazy again.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“most reviews are written by morons about morons. sensibility is at a premium in american culture these days.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“I wanted someone to hold me close so I slide across and snuggled in tight and said, 'Hold me.' He did, and it was tender and truly sweet, but without a trace of that wild carnal edge you would have to cross if you want to get so close together you can't tell each other apart.
I pushed it. I said, 'I want to get closer. I want you to love who I am.' Love doesn't do much for the powers of explanation, but since Love has never asked for one itself, that seems fair enough.”
― Stone Junction
I pushed it. I said, 'I want to get closer. I want you to love who I am.' Love doesn't do much for the powers of explanation, but since Love has never asked for one itself, that seems fair enough.”
― Stone Junction
“Daniel Pearse was born on the rainy day of March 15, 1966. He didn't receive a middle name because his mother, Annalee Faro Pearse, was exhausted from coming up with a first and last — especially the last.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“Enter your wounds. Heal. Escape.
And when you get loose, come join me.
I'll meet you at Jim Bridger's grave as soon as you get there. We'll make music we can't hear alone, celebrate beauty yet to be born, take the devil by the horns and wrestle him to the ground.
We'll shoot for the stars, sweetheart.
We'll waltz in the moonlit cemetery like fallen Gods, stand revealed, naked as air, and kiss each other's scars.
Till then, my invisible friend, this is the Dream Joker bidding you his tenderest toodeloo.
Dream on."
Denis Joyner, AMO Mobile Radio DJ”
― Stone Junction
And when you get loose, come join me.
I'll meet you at Jim Bridger's grave as soon as you get there. We'll make music we can't hear alone, celebrate beauty yet to be born, take the devil by the horns and wrestle him to the ground.
We'll shoot for the stars, sweetheart.
We'll waltz in the moonlit cemetery like fallen Gods, stand revealed, naked as air, and kiss each other's scars.
Till then, my invisible friend, this is the Dream Joker bidding you his tenderest toodeloo.
Dream on."
Denis Joyner, AMO Mobile Radio DJ”
― Stone Junction
“I'm working on nerve alone now, out on the edges, looking for the centre”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“The mind is a glass floor.
The mind is the spirit’s tear.
The mind is our prior and subsequent ghost.
The mind is the Bullion Express and the blood on the tracks.
The mind is a stone door.
The silver on the backs of mirrors.
The wave that defines the coast.
It’s what the drunk grave robbers couldn’t stuff in their sacks.
The mind is the sum of all and more.
The spasm between one and zero in the Calendar of Black-Hole Years.
The contract between the lash and the whipping post.
A quilt of dreams stitched with facts.
A meaningless argument among whores.
Rain that keeps falling when the sky clears.
A masquerade party, guest and host.
A candlelit landscape of puddled wax.
The mind is what thought is for.
The parking lot at the Mall of Fears.
The fire-pit for the piggy roast.
What the soul surrendered and won’t take back.
The mind is neither either nor or.
The real center of an empty sphere.”
― Stone Junction
The mind is the spirit’s tear.
The mind is our prior and subsequent ghost.
The mind is the Bullion Express and the blood on the tracks.
The mind is a stone door.
The silver on the backs of mirrors.
The wave that defines the coast.
It’s what the drunk grave robbers couldn’t stuff in their sacks.
The mind is the sum of all and more.
The spasm between one and zero in the Calendar of Black-Hole Years.
The contract between the lash and the whipping post.
A quilt of dreams stitched with facts.
A meaningless argument among whores.
Rain that keeps falling when the sky clears.
A masquerade party, guest and host.
A candlelit landscape of puddled wax.
The mind is what thought is for.
The parking lot at the Mall of Fears.
The fire-pit for the piggy roast.
What the soul surrendered and won’t take back.
The mind is neither either nor or.
The real center of an empty sphere.”
― Stone Junction
“Just as the terror is experienced as falling, the ecstasy is experienced as rising, soaring—but unchecked, it’s the same as falling. So watch for that moment when clarity swerves toward the ecstatic. Catch yourself and return as soon as possible. I mean immediately. The further you soar, the further you fall.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
“Drills and explosives did what Willie believed all technologies did: They killed feeling. By assassinating time and space under the guise of saving them, they keep people out of touch when the better state of being, according to Willie and others, is in touch. In his more delirious screeds, Willie claimed that industrialization was a Christian plot to destroy the pagan reflex between sensation and emotion.”
― Stone Junction: An Alchemical Pot-Boiler
― Stone Junction: An Alchemical Pot-Boiler
“a national government is bad enough, but this administration is the largest collection of scoundrels and morons in recent memory.”
― Stone Junction
― Stone Junction
