When I first used to write stories and hide them away in my desk, I used to think that no one had ever been so lonely as I was and I would write about people all alone…. I thought I was insane and I would write about how the only sane people are the ones who are condemned as mad and the whole world is cruel and foolish and afraid of people who are different. – Shirley Jackson
The boy was about eight years old when he decided he didn’t want to be here.
All that we own is our bodies. And we sell our bodies every day we live. We sell them when we go out in the morning to our jobs and when we labor all the day. We are forced to sell at any price, at any time, for any purpose. We are forced to sell our bodies so that we can eat and live. And the price which is given us for this is only enough so that we will have the strength to labor longer for the profits of others. – Dr. Benedict Mady Copeland
School. Flight. Military. Fight. Marriage. School. Work. Flight. Divorce. Marriage. Fight. Work. Divorce. Marriage. Work. Flight. Duck!
He could never quite surrender and nobody could ever really catch that boy.
Folk artists, also known as self-taught or outsider artists, are unlike conventional artists in that they are not inspired by previous art movements or by artists. They create instinctively, with no formal training and what they create is essentially from the heart without regard to what is fashionable or acceptable in the mainstream art establishment, unfettered by preconceived notions of what art should be. – Clayton Gallery
The old man was seventy when he decided he might still be able to do something important, something fun, something time-consuming, if he quit caring so much about what everybody else was doing and why and with whom and what they thought about what he was doing and why and with whom.
Get to that point, still alive, still that boy, you start to imagine you should be able to have whatever damn pet your little heart desires.
The key to happiness, grasshopper?
Make the elephant in the room your pet.