“The day you get married you realize, “Shit! I can’t leave now. I wasn’t thinking of leaving but now I REALLY can’t leave”. And then you have a kid and the moment the kid arrives you realize, “Shit! I coulda left! I totally coulda left! The door’s right there and it wasn’t even fucking locked.””—Louie from Lucky Louie (No, I don’t subscribe to this but it always makes me laugh)
I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible.
Bad dreams I can cope with. They’re just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up.
The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything’s fine. I’m still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I’m married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything’s wonderful and normal and fine.
And then I wake up. And I’m still me. And I’m still here. And that is truly terrible.
”—Urania Blackwell, The Sandman: Dream Country by Neil Gaiman
“Sometimes the struggle to live in New York makes you think you’re actually living your life, but you’re actually only struggling to get from place to place. You say things like “I did two errands, and I got home!” Sometimes New York gets to you. Some days I win, some days New York wins.”—Tina Fey (via nogreatillusion)
“I don’t remember what you smell like. You’ve been gone two days, and I don’t remember how you smelled. You didn’t smell like anyone else. I liked the way you smelled. I … I miss you a lot.”—Hob Gadling from The Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)
“I’ve been asked to be “representative” for as long as I’ve been a Dominican. As a person of color living in the U.S. you’re often considered an extension of your group—individualism is hard to come by. So this is nothing new. But I’m just one person, writing about one tiny set of (imagined) experiences. Sure, you can use what I write about to open a discussion about larger issues, about the communities in which my set of experiences is embedded, but that doesn’t make me any expert on anything or the essence of the Dominican Republic.”—Junot Diaz (on not speaking for his entire race) in Slate (via derica) (via littlebrwngirl)