A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.
Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.
I wouldn’t have a career if it weren’t for independent bookstores.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world. . . but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
I think it’s fairly common for writers to be afflicted with two simultaneous yet contradictory delusions, the burning certainty that we’re unique geniuses, and the constant fear that we’re witless frauds who are speeding toward epic failure.
They know you can't get people to stop smoking, so they develop a system of informants. That's the whole idea of second-hand smoke, you know. Make second-hand smoke dangerous and turn everybody against smokers. Then they say you can't even smoke in a bar - a bar! - because bartenders have a right to a smoke-free "workspace. " Ah, bartenders, those health nuts.
I don't know why you would trade a stud pitcher.
You can't imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!