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Although the drinking age in Pennsylvania is twenty-one, I must look easily that in my one good suit and Fazza’s old black overcoat—in fact, I probably look like a freshly released young convict, tall and hungry and very likely not bolted together right.
Stephen King, On Writing -
I’m Not Dead Yet
To make a comeback, I’m going to start a daily series of Stephen King quotes about alcoholism from his book On Writing. It should last about one week.
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The telephone was an aberration in human development. It was a 70 year or so period where for some reason humans decided it was socially acceptable to ring a loud bell in someone else’s life and they were expected to come running, like dogs. This was the equivalent of thinking it was okay to walk into someone’s living room and start shouting. It was never okay.
Posted on May 14, 2010 via Told or Known with 446 notes
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The telephone was an aberration in human development. It was a 70 year or so period where for some reason humans decided it was socially acceptable to ring a loud bell in someone else’s life and they were expected to come running, like dogs. This was the equivalent of thinking it was okay to walk into someone’s living room and start shouting. It was never okay.
Posted on May 14, 2010 via Told or Known with 446 notes
Source: toldorknown
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Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.
Benjamin Franklin (via tmblg)Posted on May 14, 2010 via TMBLG with 103 notes
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The future is here. It’s just not widely distributed yet.
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Free speech does not prevent you from being judged for what you say.
Dan Stapleton, PC Gamer Podcast -
Nobody but radicals have ever accomplished anything in a great crisis.
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All I know about the Bible is that wherever it goes there’s trouble. The only time I ever heard of it being useful was when a stretcher bearer I was with at the battle of Dundee told me that he’d once gotten hit by a Mauser bullet in the heart, only he was carrying a Bible in his tunic pocket and the Bible saved his life. He told me that ever since he’d always carried a Bible into battle with him and he felt perfectly safe because God was in his breast pocket. We were out looking for a sergeant of the Worcesters and three troopers who were wounded wile out on a reconnaissance and were said to be holed up in a dry donga. In truth, I think my partner felt perfectly safe because the Boer Mausers were estimated by the British artillery to be accurate to eight hundred yards and we were at least twelve hundred yards from the enemy lines. Alas, nobody bothered to tell the Boers about the shortcomings of their brand-new German rifle, and a Mauser bullet hit him straight between the eyes. Which goes to prove, you can always depend on the British Army information not to be accurate, the Boers to be deadly accurate, the Bible to be good for matters of the heart but hopeless for those of the head, and finally, that God is in nobody’s pocket.
Grandpa, The Power of One -
Take sides, take sides. You may be wrong, but the poet who refuses to take sides must always be wrong.
Christian Bök, AWP 2010 panel on Conceptual Poetry and Flarf