Corrigan Vaughan

“I will leave you with one last piece of advice, which is: If you’ve got it, flaunt it. And if you don’t got it? Flaunt it. ’Cause what are we even doing here if we’re not flaunting it?”
― Mindy Kaling, Why Not Me?

“School is one thing. Education is another. The two don’t always overlap. Whether you’re in school or not, it’s always your job to get yourself an education.”
― Austin Kleon, Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative

“Sisyphus knows what’s going on. He knows he can't win, so you know what he does? He lowers his shoulder into the rock and heads to the top of the mountain. It rolls down again and he starts again. Fails. Tries again. Fails. Tries again. Fails. Tries again." "Why?" "Don’t you see? It’s because that’s the last part of him that’s still alive," Ollie says. "No matter the chance of him making it, no matter if the gods are all lined up against him, trying is all he’s got. It’s all any of us has got. That’s that makes us human. We just keep on going no matter what’s thrown at us. Picking our way through. Finding a way to keep breathing one day after the other. Even when it’s futile.” Ollie clutches his broom with both hands. "And the minute any of us give that up, then we’re just lost forever, aren’t we?”
― Jeff Gunhus, The Torment Of Rachel Ames

“The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time. The four twentieth-century writers whose work is most responsible for it are probably Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Sherwood Anderson, and the poet Dylan Thomas. They are the writers who largely formed our vision of an existential English-speaking wasteland where people have been cut off from one another and live in an atmosphere of emotional strangulation and despair. These concepts are very familiar to most alcoholics; the common reaction to them is amusement. Substance-abusing writers are just substance abusers—common garden-variety drunks and druggies, in other words. Any claims that the drugs and alcohol are necessary to dull a finer sensibility are just the usual self-serving bullshit. I’ve heard alcoholic snowplow drivers make the same claim, that they drink to still the demons. It doesn’t matter if you’re James Jones, John Cheever, or a stewbum snoozing in Penn Station; for an addict, the right to the drink or drug of choice must be preserved at all costs. Hemingway and Fitzgerald didn’t drink because they were creative, alienated, or morally weak. They drank because it’s what alkies are wired up to do. Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we’re puking in the gutter.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft