Life

The languid transition from soft, pink-orange sunlight to deep blue darkness clashed with the clusterfuck that was my emotions.

Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you´ll find your treasure.

Two characters and sexy banter do not a book make, damn it.

I think all males from Detroit have an obsession with cars.

The journey pathways are best known by the traveler.

I don't see myself as famous at all so I'm continuing my life as normal.

The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.

As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it.

The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation can.

I am moving the rudder, shifting the course of my life. I have not thought of it this way before, but that is what I am doing. Taking my fate into my own hands, turning dreams into reality. And there is nothing more sacred or precious than that. To choose a direction: but how often do we miss the signposts?

The gates of hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:But to return, and view the cheerful skies,In this the task and mighty labor lies.

I want my rockstars dead.

What give all that is tragic, whatever its form, the characteristic of the sublime, is the first inkling of the knowledge that the world and life can give no satisfaction, and are not worth our investment in them. The tragic spirit consists in this. Accordingly it leads to resignation.

Do you believe that every story must have a beginning and an end? In ancient times a story could end only in tow ways: having passed all the tests, the hero and the heroine married, or else they died. The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.

Killing life in whatever way, will drag you along the hell's way.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

I was homeless for almost a year and a half, just living in my car or bouncing around peoples' houses, going to 7-Eleven at the end of the day and asking them for the taquitos that they were going to throw out because I hadn't eaten in two days.

I've got more stuff asked of me every week. But I drive a race car for a living. My car owner lets me race as many sprint car races as I want to run.

Be a lessons what have you experienced that not good in your past and make it a starting point to change your life into be a better today than yesterday.

Just because others don't understand your journey doesn't mean you're not on the right one. After all, it is YOURS!