I made me a deal with the ocean when I was a scrawny little twelve-year-old cracker-ass kid — no folks, no kin, nowhere. I’d scraped my way down to the Gulf because I’d heard about the ocean, but I’d never seen it; and I wanted to see it real bad. And I stood there gawking at it, water as far as I could see, and I said real fast, «Ocean, let’s work out a deal. If you don’t fuck with me, I won’t fuck with you.»
— Jim Dodge, “Stone Junction”
November 28, 2012 at 11:04am
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Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
— Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”
… how hard it is to keep your footing on something as unstable as a mountain of human skulls.
— xkcd
March 16, 2012 at 12:30am
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But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
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Job 16:5 (KJV)
