“I have to say, I love football. I love professional football. I love watching NFL games. I have for a very long time. It’s a big part of my recreational behavior for 16-weeks-plus out of the year every year. And I can’t do it. It/s making me sick. This story is making me absolutely sick.”—Rachel Maddow
“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny, and a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.”—Gloria Naylor
“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous…more extravagant and bright. We are…raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.”—Annie Dillard
It flows thru
the death of me
like a river
American poet Gregory Nunzio Corso (26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001) died of prostate cancer. His ashes were deposited at the foot of the grave of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in the Cimitero Acattolico, the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Although Corso was Catholic and the cemetery was strictly Protestant, an exception was made for him. Corso also wrote his own epitaph, above.