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Yet the past has a will of its own, and you must learn to entertain it, because it will visit, invited or not.
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I'm making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I'm screwing women I have no business screwing. I'm pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of heartache and I'm sinking fast.
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He found me when I was at my lowest point.
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Living on hope is like being hungry all the time.
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Sometimes the best things in life are unexpected.
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I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.
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If you don't kill yourself right away when something terrible happens ... if you go on living, you become a different person.
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Some people say that suicide is a sin, but I have never believed that. I say it's God's way of calling certain folks home early. It's much nicer than an awful accident, where the rest of us are left wondering if the person really wanted to go.
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gardening is a madness and a rapture.
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I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love.
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Not everything in church is truth ... And not all truth turns up in church.
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you couldn't talk yourself into love any more than you could talk yourelf out of it.
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Part of the business of being an artist is abetting talent. The best do that.
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Better to fail at what you love than succeed at what you hate. People have strange ideas about success ... too much to do with money, not enough to do with joy.
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For my money, there are no more fascinating, hard-working, vulnerable creatures on earth than writers. Every day, they lay their souls out there for public approval or rejection.
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If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.
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There was a strange kind of comfort in misunderstandings and differences that were old enough to have lost their teeth.
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Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.
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Another chapter closes before it has the chance to begin
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Poverty made me feel weak, as if I were coming down with an awful, debilitating, communicable disease - the disease of being without money. Instead of going to the hospital, you went to the poor farm. The difference was, you never got well at the poor farm.