I would rather have a player who has mastered two or three moves than to try to teach him six or seven.
The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.
It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.
if you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want
And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.
Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?
if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.
Some people never learn the art of compromise. Everything is either black or white. They do no recognize, or will not concede, that the equally important color gray is a mixture of black and white.
Poverty continues to exist. Its appearance seems to be relentless in evidencing itself not only to all the things we experience here in America, but certainly what we see globally. And I don't see anywhere any philosophical analysis that suggests we know how to get out of this.
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.