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“...isn't that the only reason they find writing hard: they don't know or care about anything?”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“He’d been toting it, and checking it, and packing and unpacking, all the way since fate was on the river - that’s how long - the Big River” - Fate Marable and his riverboat caliope (Cleo seemed to recall), who hadastonished the landings between New Orleans and St. Louis with the wild, harsh, skirling Gypsy music, and left there, echoing in the young and restless even as it dies off round the bed; to linger with them thereafter, in the pelting roar of November midnights and the clickety-clack of lonesome valley freights, until they up one night and go after it in a battered bus, following the telephone wires that make a zigzag music staff against the evening sky - some variation of that basic beginning could be told for everyone who jazz has touched and altered.”
― John Clellon Holmes

“Orpheus never got the memo that loss is a ticket to resilience, not some sewer of revenge in which to wallow, marinating selfish, hellbent purpose for centuries on end.”
― Laurie Perez, The Power of Amie Martine

“Research suggests when it comes to understanding our feelings, we humans have an odd mix of low ability and high confidence.”
― Leonard Mlodinow, Subliminal: How Your Unconscious Mind Rules Your Behavior