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I Felt Like I Had Lost Something. But Not Something Silly, Like My Keys Or My Gum; More Like My Arm Or My Foot, Something That Really Mattered. Like Something That I Could Live Without, But Would Make Life Much Harder If It Were Missing. And Life Is Hard Enough. Life Is Hard Enough With Everything We're Given.

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I Felt Like I Had Lost Something. But Not Something Silly, Like My Keys Or My Gum; More Like My Arm Or My Foot, Something That Really Mattered. Like Something That I Could Live Without, But Would Make Life Much Harder If It Were Missing. And Life Is Hard Enough. Life Is Hard Enough With Everything We're Given.

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And Loss Of Control Is Always The Source Of Fear. It Is Also, However, Always The Source Of Change.

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You Don't Have To Follow Anybody's Rules.

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More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Be Close To Someone. More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Feel As If I Wasn't Alone.

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She Feels And She Cries. It Is To Be Admired.

My Life Has Been Like All The Lives, Long And Hard And Full Of Sadness And Confusion And Horror, A Frightening, Difficult Dream Punctuated By Brief Moments Of Joy. And As Is The Case With All People's Lives, The Moments Of Joy Are Never Often Enough And Never Long Enough.

Love Is Love. It Doesn't Matter How Or Who You Love. I Don't Believe The Messiah Would Condemn Gay Men And Women.

I Hope Nobody Took The Razzle Dazzle Rose.

Million Little Pieces

I Think, Living In America, We're So Bombarded With God All The Time That In Certain Ways I'm Making Statements Against That Bombardment, You Know? I Think It's Crazy. I Mean, I Don't Believe In God. I Don't Believe In Anything. But I Still Think About It. And I Still Write About It.

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)

The Point Of What I Do Is That It Doesn't Really Matter What A Book Or A Story Is As Long It Moves You, Informs You, Challenges You, Entertains You, Or Changes You.

But We Are What We Are, And Humans Will Always Hate.

I Don't Care What People Come At Me With. People Have Come At Me With Everything You Could Imagine. I Could Care Less About That.

Live And Let Live, Do Not Judge, Take Life As It Comes And Deal With It, Everything Will Be Okay.

Live And Let Live

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

You Should At All Times Be Showing A Well-motivated Character Overcoming Obstacles In Pursuit Of A Goal.

The Way America Works, And The Way L.a. Works, Is A Very Small Percentage Of People Get What They Want Out Of Life, And A Much Greater Percentage Try Very Very Hard And They Don't. That's Just The Way It Is.

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like If The Messiah, Or Christ Returned, Were Actually Alive And Living In Our Society; Who Would That Person Be, How We Would Identify Them, How Would They Live And What Would They Believe In, How Would Society React To Them? I Decided To Try And Tell My Idea Of That Story.

You Don't Have To Follow Anybody's Conventions.

I'm A Writer. I Never Expected To Be Recognised On The Street. I Never Expected To Get That Kind Of Coverage, Good Or Bad. I Never Expected To Sell As Many Books As I Have.

Even A Second Of Freedom Is Worth More Than A Lifetime Of Bondage.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.

On The Other Couch A Women Sits With A Young Boy Looking Through A Picture Book About Babar The Elephant. When I Find A Magazine And I Lean Back To Start Reading It, I Can See The Women Watching Me Out Of The Corner Of Her Eye. She Moves Closer To The Child And She Leans Over And Kisses His Forehead. I Know Why She Does It And I Don't Blame Her.

I Wanted To Be A Writer That Had An Impact. I Wanted, And Still I Say The Same Thing, I Want To Write Books That Change People's Lives, Change How We Think And Live And Read And Write. I Wanna Write Books That Are Read In 50 Or 100 Years.

For The Most Profound Experiences In Our Lives And In The World Words Are Worth Nothing. Can You Describe Love Or Death Can You Describe What It Really Feels Like The First Time You See Your Child Or The First Time Your Heart Gets Broken You Can Try...but It Won't Come Close To Describing What It Really Was Or What It Really Felt Like.

They Had Dreams But They Called Them Dreams Because They Were Unrelated To Reality, They Were A Distant Unknown, An Impossibility, They Would Never Come True.

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The Promise Of Eternal Life Makes People Forsake The Life They're Given.

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When I Was A Little Boy, Marvin Hagler Was My Idol. He Got No Respect For Most Of His Career. His Fighting Style Was Straight Ahead. He Took Every Shot Thrown At Him, And He Kept Punching Back 'til He Won. I Honestly Feel That's How I Am. I Take Big Shots From People. But I Keep Going.

I Turn And I Look Back Across The Lake. The Mist Is Gone And The Ice Diminished, The Drip Of The Icicles Quick And Heavy. The Sun Is Up And The Sky Is Blue Empty Blue Light Blue Clear Blue. I Would Drink The Sky If I Could Drink It, Drink It And Celebrate It And Let It Fill Me And Become Me. I Am Getting Better. Empty And Clear And Light And Blue. I Am Getting Better.

What Is The Meaning Of Life?whatever You Want It To Be.

What Is The Meaning

He Tells Me I Look As If I Could Use A Hugand I Laugh At Him And He Ignores Me And Steps Forward And Puts His Arms Around Me And Hugs Me. I Warm At The Simple Pleasure Of Human Contact And For The First Time In A Long Time I Actually Feel Good." (james Frey, Pg.38)

I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

I Have Lived Alone, I Have Fought Alone, I Have Dealt With The Pain Alone. I Will Die Alone. I Think When I'm Going To Leave. I Don’t Want To Be Seen And I Don’t Want To Be Followed , I Want To Disappear Quickly And Quietly And Without Any Drama , I Want As Much Time In The Darkness As I Can Possibly Have . The Darkness Provides Cover, The Darkness Provides Places To Hide And The Darkness Provides Comfort.

People Call Me All Sorts Of Things. I Don't Even Care What They Call Me.

It's Cold And It's Winter And The World Has Gone To Sleep

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

Be Strong. Live Honorably And With Dignity. When You Don't Think You Can, Hold On.

I Don't Write With An Outline. I Don't Often Know What I'm Going To Do As I'm Writing. And I Do Everything By Feel And By Instinct.

Most Books Aren't Pure Nonfiction Or Fiction.

Most Of The Time, It's Not The Concept, But The Execution Of Craft That Counts.

Pain Is The Feeling. Suffering Is The Effect The Pain Inflicts. If One Can Endure Pain, One Can Live Without Suffering. If One Can Withstand Pain, One Can Withstand Anything. If One Can Learn To Control Pain, One Can Learn To Control Oneself.

I Think God Is Something That People Use To Avoid Reality. I Think Faith Allows People To Reject What Is Right In Front Of Our Eyes, Which Is That Thing, This Life, This Existence, This Consciousness, Or Whatever Word You Want To Use For It, Is All We Have, And All We'll Ever Have. I Think People Have Faith Because They Want And Need To Believe In Something, Whatever That Something Is, Because Life Can Be Hard And Depressing And Brutal If You Don't.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.

There Is Emotion In The Hug, And There Is Respect And A Form Of Love. Emotion That Comes From Honesty, Respect That Comes From Challenge, And The Form Of Love That Exists Between People Whose Minds Have Touched, Whose Hearts Have Touched, Whose Souls Have Touched. Our Minds Touched. Our Hearts Touched. Our Souls Touched. We Separate.

Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes Hearts Are Vacant. Sometimes Words Don't Work.

It Started When She Passed Me A Note In English Class. The Note Said You Don't Seem As Awful As I Hear You Are. I Passed One Back That Read: Beware I Am As Awful As People Say And Worse. She Laughed And I Had A Friend. She Didn't Become My Ally And I Didn't Ask Her To Or Want Her To But She Became My Friend And That Was More Than Anyone Else Was Willing To Do.

He Pulled Out Turned West And Started Driving Towards The Glow It Was Thousands Of Miles Away, He Started Driving Towards The Glow.

I'm Tired Of Making People Sad And I'm Tired Of Disappointing Them And I'm Tired Of Seeing Them Break. I Have Seen This Too Many Times. He Will Be The Last.

I Always Wanted To Be The Outlaw. And That's To A Certain Extent How I've Lived.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

There Are Never Words For The Strongest Of Our Feelings. There Is Just The Pain That We Cannot Share. Pain We Must All Feel Alone.

...if You Can Accept The Truth And Live With It Your Heart Will Be At Peace.

Accepting The Truth

Its Not Just A Smile Of Momentary Happiness. When It Disappears From My Face, It Will Stay With Me.

There Is No Fear. Absolutely No Fear. When One Lives Without Fear, One Cannot Be Broken. When One Lives With Fear One Is Broken Before One Begins To Live.

Live Without Fear

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

I'm Married, I Have A Couple Kids, I've Traveled A Lot, I've Done Book Tours A Lot, I'm Happy To Stay Home And Take My Kids To School And Come To The Office.

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