Novel Wisdom

Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results

Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

And I go, ‘oh, I’m getting sad, gotta get the phone and write “hi” to like 50 people’…then I said, ‘you know what, don’t. Just be sad. Just let the sadness, stand in the way of it, and let it hit you like a truck.’ And I let it come, and I just started to feel ‘oh my God,’and I pulled over and I just cried like a bitch. I cried so much. And it was beautiful. Sadness is poetic. You’re lucky to live sad moments. And then I had happy feelings. Because when you let yourself feel sad, your body has antibodies, it has happiness that comes rushing in to meet the sadness. So I was grateful to feel sad, and then I met it with true, profound happiness. It was such a trip. The thing is, because we don’t want that first bit of sad, we push it away with a little phone or a jack-off or the food. You never feel completely sad or completely happy, you just feel kinda satisfied with your product, and then you die. So that’s why I don’t want to get a phone for my kids.

When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.

Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

You would stand in the room so still sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the centre

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls

Imagine a twelve-year-old-girl Imagine her being attacked, raped and murdered Take your time Then imagine God

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

Where there are wars, there will be crows, the carrion-fanciers. And ravens too, the warbirds, the eyeball gourmands. And vultures, the holy birds of yore, old connoisseurs of rot.