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Quotes by Jonathan Heatt

Lifes too short to cavort with fork-tongued carnivores.

Even creating shit is hard to do. First, you need money to buy food. Then you have to chew it, eat it, and swallow. A complex process called digestion follows. Finally, you have to strain and excrete your foul smelling wonder into the world. Try doing that with a paint brush!

The harder you work, the more you produce, the more you create, the more you will be rejected. By people who never created shit.

The best thing about Art is that the people who create it live forever.

Conformity runs rampant through everyday life, and people want to read about characters that deviate from societal norms.

i Create. I dont Need.Meaning: I dont need advice or criticism. Unless youre offering money, weed, or whiskey save it. Thanks.

Guns give Evil a means to expression.

Ive done some stupid things I regret, but Ive managed to keep my integrity. Which is important because integrity is fragile. Break it once and its gone forever.

The mainstream media in America has become an insidious device of ignorance. They not only shape the story, but now participate. For what?

Ill never suppress my identity -- thats like filing away your fingerprints so the money can slide into your pockets easier.

Life can be tough and harsh at times. Thats what makes it great. Every day is a celebration of survival.

Grammar perfect books are for Ivy Leaguers in Ivory Towers. My book is a sandcastle built on the beach of usefullness.

America: Land of the free and home of the gun. We are not brave, we are cowards, or we would have done something, anything after Newtown. Instead we did Nothing.

There is no more contemptible sound than a gunshot.

I had too much fun was no ones last regret ever.

If a man cant learn from sorrow he cant learn from anything.

Be the person you are, not the one others try to create.

Listening to Led Zeppelins Heartbreaker while reading your own book, sipping a beer after midnight, is a satisfying feeling...however fleeting.

Do I love Black people? Yes. As much as I love my own race.Do Black lives matter?Of course.Will I oppress my spirit with White Guilt and faulty notions of White Privilege?Hell no.Gotta love yourself before you can love anyone else.

Getting wasted is never a waste of time.