Zalachenko. . . you're just an ordinary asshole who hates women.
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.
One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
Sometimes when I do a joke and it doesn't get a lot of laughs, it kind of feels like I'm doing jazz. That's kinda cool because jazz is cool, but sometimes jazz sucks. . . Maybe I'm the Kenny G of comedy.
You created this moment from what you thought and felt three days ago. What you are thinking and feeling right now will create your next moments. You cool with that?
I've lived, laughed, lost, and loved again the whole Shakespearian thing.
In the fall, you don't grieve because the leaves are falling and dying. You say, "Isn't it beautiful!" Well, we're the same way. There are seasons. We all fall sooner or later. It's all so beautiful. And our concepts, without investigation, keep us from knowing this. It's beautiful to be a leaf, to be born, to fall, to give way to the next, to become food for the roots. It's life, always changing its form and always giving itself completely. We all do our part. No mistake.