Quotes by A.S. King

Suicide isnt something people do to hurt other people. Its something people do to release themselves from pain.

Id rather feel something for real than pretend its not what it is. Which Zen guy said If you want to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water?

I picked up my camera and held it at arms length and took a picture of myself not caring. I called it: Glory Doesnt Care.

I don’t have enough gross words in my gross vocabulary to describe how gross that gross thought is. Gross.

Heres my using dickwad in a sentence. Greg is such a dickwad, he locks his car in the Pagoda Pizza parking lot. (No. That isnt a real Vocab word.)

--he stopped and eyed Bill Corso--if you choose to just sit here like a bored jungle gorilla, you will have to write out this quote as many times as you can during the next hour.

Oh. I get it now. God had Nader beat my ass and my mom leave my dad just so Jodi could learn how to chop onions and use a propane grill. Great. Awesome.

maybe if people werent so careless, then nothing would need to be caged.

I cant help seeing a cage for what it is. Sure, it protects the bulb, but maybe if people werent so careless, then nothing would need to be caged.

Some of you have it ingrained in you. You werent born with it. No baby has hate for anything. We were all babies once, right? This little guy doesnt care what country you were born in or what religion you might practice or how much you weigh or who you might love.

Sure, Mom.They stop and say hello, and then once you pass they talk the back off you like you were nothing. They assess your outfit, your hairstyle, and they garble what you say so it comes out ugly.

Isnt it funny how we live inside the lies we believe?

Im sorry, but I dont get it. If were supposed to ignore everything thats wrong with our lives, then I cant see how well ever make things right.

She smiled at me, and I never forgot it. Or more accurately, I always remembered it.

School’s important at the moment.Unsexiest statement ever.

Whats the difference between sanity and madness anyway? We all play headgames with ourselves. We all have baggage. We all cope somehow. Im not sure if Im mad or sane. I mean, I hold my life together, I pay my bills, I raise my kids. But the world is so polarized and bizarre now that for some people, none of these these things matter if theyre not wearing the right shoes or dont have the right credit score or a fancy family car. Some people think the most important things to worry about are handbags and tan lines. Meanwhile, war and crime and poverty unfold all around us, and we ignore it. In that environment, how can we even begin to talk about sanity and madness?

After I lie there for a while, I realize that Dad isnt every going to do anything but be there to drive us home from the airport. And cook. And if I want something bigger to change, its up to me. Im scared shitless, yes. Im doubtful, yes. But Im angry. Angry that I am doing this because Dad cant. But then I sniff breakfast, and I know that Dad is doing what he can.

She talks about how she cant exercise because of the ailments-a bad back, sore knees, breathing difficulties-all caused by her weight gain.

Look at our culture. Look at the computer-enhanced people we compare ourselves to. Look at the expensive cars and trinkets were all supposed to have. Look at how many people are wrapped up in that! Imagine how much money and worry wed save ourselves if we stopped caring what kind of car we drove! and why do we care? perfection. But there is no such thing, is there? And if there is, then everyone is perfect in their own way, right?

Even though I know that breaking your brain is the same as breaking your arm, Im still ashamed that my brain is broken.