April is the cruelest month, t.S. Eliot wrote, by which i think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: who cares? Every spring i go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, i am more than joyful. I'm nuts.
If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. but then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up things to do so you wouldn’t go crazy. instead of that, why not let nature show you a few things? cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life, son.
Kids always act up the most before they go to sleep. And when i see the tea party and all this stuff, it actually feels like racisms almost over. Because this is the last - this is the act up before the sleep. Theyre going crazy. Theyre insane. You want to get rid of them - and the next thing you know, theyre fucking knocked out. And thats whats going on in the country right now.
I get enjoyment out of writing, but i get absolutely no enjoyment out of rewriting, so i don't do much of it. The more you work on something, certainly, the better it gets. But there's also a pretty clear law of diminishing returns. It drives me crazy to do readings of my books, because if i read anything i've written in the past, i'd like to almost rewrite everything.
Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. our gazes locked, and i felt like he could read my mind. how often did he think about that kiss? and if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? did he fantasize about me? what kinds of things did he think about? his lips on my neck? his hand on my leg? and was that leg bare . . . ?
There are historical analogs, which are not exact, of course, but are close enough to be worrisome. This is a whiff of early nazi germany. [adolf] hitler was appealing to groups with similar grievances, and giving them crazy answers, but at least they were answers; these groups weren't getting them anywhere else. It was the jews and the bolsheviks [that were the problem].