Crzybo’s most recent Quotables

The way a book smells when you thumb through it. The way quiet winter air makes you feel like no one else exists. The smell of the woods after a thunderstorm. That split second before your chair tips back. The feeling right before you cry. The euphoria before the heartbreak. That moment when you wonder if they think of you the way you think of them. These things, I live for.

I could never learn to like her, except in a raft at sea with no other provisions in sight.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.

Sometimes there are moments when Life actually does have a gun to your head. And the choices really are Laugh....or....Die.

I don't care if you disapprove of my girlfriend ma...I'm 16 and your opinion is as valuable to me as a 2nd class friends'. Except instead of school I have to see you every day in the kitchen.

A doctor being optimistic about an 80% chance that you survive cancer is like a spectator being optimistic about your chances as you sit at the table and play Russian Roulette with 1 round in a 5 chamber revolver.

Always plant a lie inside a truth; makes it easier to swallow.

God isn't complex. God is simple. And even if he wasn't how dare someone speak to you in riddles and then threaten to judge you if you get the interpretation wrong.

There is nothing magical about how you get from the middle of a book to the end of one.

Politically correct is the language of cowardice.

Apparently, women need to feel loved to have sex, and men need to have sex to feel loved, so the basic act of continuing the species requires a lie from one of you.

If you're not strange, you're not weird. If you're not weird, you're not funny. if you're not funny, you're boring.

And who wants to be boring?

I see girls carrying purses depicting Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast with Tiffanys without knowing who Truman Capote is. People that wonder why are fat when all they drink is slimfast chocolate milkshakes. People that look at a train and wonder where it’s going without even considering the possibility of getting on it. And that’s the real crime, not being oblivious to the changes, but being oblivious to the fact that you can make them.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh... "squeal like a pig" kind of trouble?

I just write what I wanted to write. I write what amuses me. It's totally for myself.

When you go and finish a project which takes months and years to write and edit there are a million people who will always say that they like what you wrote but would have done this or would have changed that. I always politely listen to them and think, "No you wouldn't have, because you didn't." An author needs a reader but it's definitely a hate-love relationship.

Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.

I like my women, like I like my whiskey. 18 years old and mixed up with coke!

It's really the best you can do in life, is learn. You can't really do anything right. You can just learn.