Sid Wacker

“Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.”
― Samuel Beckett, Proust

“We called him Old Yeller. The name had a sort of double meaning. One part meant that his short hair was a dingy yellow, a color that we called “yeller” in those days. The other meant that when he opened his head, the sound he let out came closer to being a yell than a bark. I remember like yesterday how he strayed in out of nowhere to our log cabin on Birdsong Creek. He made me so mad at first that I wanted to kill him. Then, later, when I had to kill him, it was like having to shoot some of my own folks.”
― Fred Gipson, Old Yeller

“At what point does faith become insanity?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Some people say
Rhyming is but a sin.
Little sins are fun
So try, before you bin.”
― Max Nowaz, Timbi's Dream