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They Went That-A-Way → Turn Out the Lights

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May 21st, 2013 by Rasmenia

“It was Jim Morrison as the center and the figure and the spokesman, the figurehead, but we were all into the same thing. That’s why we were a band.”

 

"I appreciate everyone liking what I did, but without any one member of the band, The Doors wouldn't have been The Doors."

“I appreciate everyone liking what I did, but without any one member of the band, The Doors wouldn’t have been The Doors.”

 

"I think I'm a very poor piano player."

“I think I’m a very poor piano player.”

 

ray-manzarek

“Join us here in the upper reaches of the universe. Get off the greed wagon. Overthrow exploitative capitalism. Let’s get benevolent.”

 

ray

“When you’re glad to be alive, good ideas come. The reason good ideas don’t come today is because we’re all bottled up with greed and anger. We’re mad.”

 

onstage

“I would like to play with Jim Morrison again. But you know what? I can’t call him. I’m sorry. He’s dead. He’s busy. He’s in eternity.”

 

three

“We’re all getting older. We should, the three of us, be playing these songs because, hey, the end is always near.”

 

doors diner Manzarek et Morrison
manzarek whisky

 

RIP

 

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They Went That-A-Way → Survival is Triumph Enough

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April 3rd, 2012 by Rasmenia

 

“Being a fiction writer is a good way to go crazy, it’s a good way to be a nervous wreck, it’s a good way to become a drunk. You continually pick at yourself, the little sores that you have. They scab over and you pick them open again. Other people not only let them scab over, they let them scar over. They leave it alone. Writers don’t do that. They can’t keep their fingers out of the sore. They’ve got to keep it bleeding. And it’s off that blood that they make their stuff.”  -Harry Crews

 

 

“You have to go to considerable trouble to live differently from the way the world wants you to live. That’s what I’ve discovered about writing. The world doesn’t want you to do a damn thing. If you wait till you got time to write a novel or time to write a story or time to read the hundred thousands of books you should have already read — if you wait for the time, you’ll never do it. Cause there ain’t no time; world don’t want you to do that. World wants you to go to the zoo and eat cotton candy, preferably seven days a week.”  -Harry Crews

 

“When I first got out of the Marine Corps, I traveled with a circus for about six months, and it had a freakshow. One guy had a deformity in the middle of his forehead that looked just like an eye, so they billed him as Cyclops. And there was a woman with a beard—I don’t mean just fuzz, I mean a black beard. They let me sleep in the back of the trailer, and I remember one morning seeing them alone together. I could cry right now because it was just so sweet. He was kissing her, and she was hugging him, and they were talking about what they were going to have for supper. Now, how is that being a freak? I think it’s a man and a woman doing the best they can with what they got. That, incidentally, is my definition of fiction.”  -Harry Crews

 

“A writer’s job is to get naked, to hide nothing, to look away from nothing, to look at it. To not blink, to not be embarrassed by it or ashamed of it. Strip it down and let’s get to where the blood is, where the bone is.”  -Harry Crews

 

Harry Crews June 7, 1935 – March 28, 2012

 

 

 

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They Went That-A-Way → There Is Nothing More

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December 16th, 2011 by Rasmenia

“Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I fear a sordid death, where I am incapacitated or imbecilic at the end which isn’t something to be afraid of, it’s something to be terrified of.”

“The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism. It is not a creed. Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.”

“So far, I have decided to take whatever my disease can throw at me, and to stay combative even while taking the measure of my inevitable decline. I repeat, this is no more than what a healthy person has to do in slower motion.”

“Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.”

Christopher Hitchens

April 13, 1949 – December 15, 2011

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