I think eulogies are wasted on the dead. It’s the living who... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"I think eulogies are wasted on the dead. It’s the living who need to hear kind words spoken about them."
"I think eulogies are wasted on the dead. It’s the living who need to hear kind words spoken about them."
"I’ll be your Dostoevsky, if you’ll be my Tolstoy. Our life together will be so full of despair that death will be like a gulag full of joy."
"If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love."
"I type on my keyboard like I’m Beethoven on the piano. My words may be silent in the air, but they ring as music in my mind while I write."
"The cat hair floated in the air like a sound vibration, and I plucked it like a guitar string. Sometimes I can be so musical I’m like a living love song."
"If you were to ask me what’s under my bed, I’d tell you shoes. They’re brown, and they’re still attached to the body that’s been decomposing there since I hid it three days ago."