#hurl

I come in here and you gotta be here; I’m thinkin’ about football, and you gotta be here with your tits and your ass and this tight shrunken clothes and these shriveled jeans, so that’s all I’m thinking about from the minute I see you is tits and ass. Football doesn’t have a chance against it. It’s like this invasion of tits and ass overwhelming my own measly individuality so I don’t have a prayer to have my own thoughts about my own things except you and tits and ass and sucking and fucking and that’s all I can think about. My privacy has been demolished. You think a person wants that kind of a thing to happen their heads - they are trying to give their problems some serious thought, the next thing they know there’s nothing in their brains as far as they can see but your tits and ass? You think a person likes that? ↗

— David Rabe

#high #hurlyburly #phil #attitude

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around 'I love you' like a marked-down phrase in a sales bin. ↗

— Tonya Hurley

#love #tonya-hurley #love

I don't like writing straight-up thrillers. I like writing about families hurled into crisis and danger - soccer moms and regular dads and husbands who might have to rescue their daughters or who are, say, hedge fund managers and have one foot on the sidelines watching their kids and the other in nefarious cover-ups and conspiracies. ↗

— Andrew Gross

#conspiracies #crisis #dads #danger #daughters

Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in existence and hurl themselves upon it. Women know where it lives but they can let it alone. ↗

— Russell Hoban

#between #biggest #biggest difference #difference #existence