Always superfluous bloodshed…. The deeper damage is best.
–Steve the Drunk, Deadwood
Do not come and try to murder me in my sleep. And I will not come and try to murder you.
Kid yourself about your behaviour and you’ll never learn a fucking thing.
Every fucking day takes figuring out again how to live.
–E. B., Deadwood
Fuck the fucking new.
Going wrong is not the end of fucking things, Johnny.–Dan, Deadwood
Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we dance to.
I think that if you love someone, you don’t get to choose how they love you back.–N. K. Jemisin, The Stone Sky
I think of wild animals in our imaginations. And how they are disappearing—not just from the wild, but from people’s everyday lives, replaced by images of themselves in print and on screen. The rarer they get, the fewer meanings animals can have. Eventually, rarity is all they are made of. The condor is an icon of extinction. There is little else to it now but being the last of its kind. And in this lies the diminution of the world. How can you love something, how can you fight to protect it, if all it means is loss?—Helen MacDonald, H Is for Hawk
These were choice documents to me. I read them over and over again with unabated interest. They gave tongue to interesting thoughts of my own soul, which had frequently flashed through my mind, and died away for want of utterance.–Frederick Douglass, The Narrative of the Life of…