There are so many quote board entries I cannot put because they are talking about other people. It is downright sad.

The runner up:

Me: It’s interesting to see how many people I knew from school who were really shallow ended up married to rather fat guys. Do you suppose this means they finally learned to accept a person’s inner beauty?
Steve: (in a half asleep stupor) Nah, it means that they married their hot guys and they got fat. *A really long pause ensues here where I have moved on to other thoughts. Suddenly out of the blue Steve says in a dreamy half-asleep voice* . . .  you know. Like Frederline. He got fat.”

But the amazing winner is, of course, my mother:

Me: So is Watchman worth renting?
Mom: Let me put it this way. His penis isn’t big enough to make it worth sitting through the whole movie for.

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.” -Kurt Vonnegut

In The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, flying is described as throwing yourself at the ground and missing. Isn’t that what writing basically is? Making a ridiculous leap, which is, essentially, something very stupid to do, and, by some miracle, making something other people might want to read?

We don’t know how to fly, any of us, before we start. The only way to learn is to just make that jump.

“I went for years not finishing anything. Because, of course, when you finish something you can be judged… I had poems which were re-written so many times I suspect it was just a way of avoiding sending them out.” -Erica Jong

I really hope this isn’t what I’m doing.

I feel like there is a difference between wanting to put your best foot forward and having the best version of the story possible together before you send it out and being obsessive for the sake of delaying rejection.