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Don’t Tell Anyone

“Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep …

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Even If It’s Hopeless

Excerpted from The Mayor of Castro Street:  The Life and times of Harvey Milk by Randy Shilts, ©1982: Harvey himself never talked much about his childhood in Woodmere and Bayshore, except for two stories. First, the August afternoon a few weeks after his graduation when he was briefly picked up by police for indecent exposure. …

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That’s Nice

“I’d rather be hated or loved, rather than just thought of as all right or nice. ‘Nice’ is the worst insult you could pay anybody. It means you are utterly without threat, without values. Nice is a cup of tea.”  John Lydon, in his autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994

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Come, come!

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of living, it doesn’t matter Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come even if you have broken your vow a thousand times, Come, yet again, come, come. WikiQuote has a large collection of sourced Rumi poems and quotes, which is available on the web HERE. Project …

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The Jugular

 Excerpted from John Lydon’s autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: That’s the trouble with working-class people throughout the world. They always try to spur their hatred onto what they see as being lower down the scale, rather than going for the fucking jugular of the upper- and middle-class bastards who are keeping …

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Only Made It Worse

“‘That’s horrid.’ Horrible, thought Susan. The word is ‘horrible’. ‘Horrid’ is a childish word selected to impress nearby males with one’s fragility, if I’m any judge. She knew it was unkind and counterproductive of her to think like that. She also knew it was probably an accurate observation, which only made it worse.”  ~Terry Pratchett, …

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Anyone Can Do It

 John Lydon (aka “Johnny Rotten”) on the Sid Vicious personality cult, excerpted from his autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: Since I always have to have a point and purpose to everything I do, that’s why people accuse me of being calculated. But it’s the way I am. I always know my next …

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We Couldn’t Stand It

“It was horrible to hear Camille sobbing so.  We couldn’t stand it and went out to buy beer.”  ~Jack Kerouac as Sal Paradise in On The Road, ©1957 Not exactly overflowing with the milk of human kindness, are you there, Jack?

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“It’s sad and I don’t like it.”

Excerpted from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1957: Dean was having his kicks; he put on a jazz record, grabbed Marylou, held her tight, and bounced against her with the beat of the music. She bounced right back. It was a real love dance. lan MacArthur came in with a huge gang. The New …

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Jack and Rita

Excerpted from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1957: Then I went to meet Rita Bettencourt and took her back to the apartment. I got a her in my bedroom after a long talk in the dark of the front room. She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. …

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Wonderfully Chaotic

 John Lydon on politics, excerpted from his his autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: Around the time of the punks, socialism wasn’t working in England. The Labour party were unimpressive and tedious. The Conservatives, the same. It fluctuated from one party to another, four years of this, four years of that, and …

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Only a Shape

 “An emotion was swelling in my throat. It took me a moment to recognize what it was. I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.”  ~Madeline Miller, in …

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