“FOR SOME TIME, I have believed that everyone should be allowed to have, say, ten things that they dislike without having to justify or explain to anyone why they don’t like them. Reflex loathings, I call them. Mine are: Power walkers. Those vibrating things restaurants give you to let you know when a table is ready. Television programs in which people bid on the contents of locked garages. All pigeons everywhere, at all times. Lawyers, too. Douglas Brinkley, a minor academic and sometime book reviewer whose powers of observation and generosity of spirit would fit comfortably into a proton and still leave room for an echo. Color names like taupe and teal that don’t mean anything. Saying that you are going to “reach out” to someone when what you mean is that you are going to call or get in touch with them. People who give their telephone number so rapidly at the end of long phone messages that you have to listen over and over and eventually go and get someone else to come and listen with you, and even then you still can’t get it. Nebraska. Mispronouncing “buoy.” The thing that floats in a navigation channel is not a “boo-ee.” It’s a “boy.” Think about it. Would you call something that floats “boo-ee-ant”? Also, in a similar vein, pronouncing Brett Favre’s last name as if the “r” comes before the “v.” It doesn’t, so stop it. Hotel showers that don’t give any indication of which way is hot and which cold. All the sneaky taxes, like “visitor tax” and “hospitality tax” and “fuck you because you’re from out of town tax,” that are added to hotel bills. Baseball commentators who get bored with the game by about the third inning and start talking about their golf game or where they ate last night. Brett Favre. I know that is more than ten, but this is my concept, so I get some bonus ones.”
―
Bill Bryson,
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes from a Small Island
“The best description of this book is found within the title. The full title of this book is:"This is the story my great-grandfather told my father, who then told my grandfather, who then told me about how The Mythical Mr. Boo, Charles Manseur Fizzlebush Grissham III, better known as Mr. Fizzlebush, and Orafoura are all in fact me and Dora J. Arod, who sometimes shares my pen, paper, thoughts, mind, body, and soul, because Dora J. Arod is my pseudonym, as he/it incorporates both my first and middle name, and is also a palindrome that can be read forwards or backwards no matter if you are an upright man in the eyes of God or you are upside down in a tank of water wearing purple goggles and grape jelly discussing how best to spread your time between your work, your wife, and the toasted bread being eaten by the man you are talking to who goes by the name of Dendrite McDowell, who is only wearing a towel on his head and has an hourglass obscuring his “time machine”--or the thing that he says can keep him young forever by producing young versions of himself the way I avert disaster in that I ramble and bumble like a bee until I pollinate my way through flowery situations that might otherwise have ended up being more than less than, but not equal to two short parallel lines stacked on top of each other that mathematicians use to balance equations like a tightrope walker running on a wire stretched between two white stretched limos parked on a long cloud that looks like Salt Lake City minus the sodium and Mormons, but with a dash of pepper and Protestants, who may or may not be spiritual descendents of Mr. Maynot, who didn’t come over to America in the Mayflower, but only because he was “Too lazy to get off the sofa,” and therefore impacted this continent centuries before the first television was ever thrown out of a speeding vehicle at a man who looked exactly like my great-grandfather, who happens to look exactly like the clone science has yet to allow me to create” ― Jarod Kintz, This is the story my great-grandfather told my father, who then told my grandfather, who then told me about how The Mythical Mr. Boo, Charles Manseur Fizzlebush Grissham III, better known as Mr. Fizzlebush, and Orafoura are all in fact me...
“At some point in your life you have to decide to throw the anchor and accept that your home isn’t perfect, but it’s home. And your friends and lovers aren’t perfect either, but they’re what you’ve got, and you damn well better love them.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“We all needed that selfless person, someone willing to jump into our own darkness and drag us out of it—even when they get nothing in return.” ― Boo Walker, An Unfinished Story
“The closer you get to people, the harder it is to love them. But you have to love them anyway. You have to work at it. And you can’t walk away from them. That’s what love is. As” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“Now,” Joan said, “we’re going to practice some visualization. If you can create something in your mind, you can create it in your physical world as well. I want you to picture yourself on this day a year from now. Picture where you are. Where you want to be. Picture what you’re wearing. All the way to your socks and shoes. What are you doing? Who are you with? What do you smell? What do you feel like? Every detail. That’s you.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“When Pa tell you to do something, you do it, he say. When he say not to, you don’t. You don’t do what he say, he beat you. Sometime beat me anyhow, I say, whether I do what he say or not. That’s right, say Harpo. But not Sofia. She do what she want, don’t pay me no mind at all. I try to beat her, she black my eyes. Oh, boo-hoo, he cry. Boo-hoo-hoo.” ― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
“There’s a book I had to read in college that I’ve just picked up again called Psycho-Cybernetics. It’s all about having the right image of yourself, the correct one. The one that you truly are, the one that wants to be successful. If you see that true image of yourself, you will grow into it. If you see a negative image, that’s what you’ll grow into. It’s time you accept that you’re made for greatness, and you need to put on your seatbelt because your life is going to be one wild ride. One amazing storybook ride.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“Whitaker decided that the day baby boomers discovered emojis had to be the beginning of the end. How” ― Boo Walker, An Unfinished Story
“It’s hard to cram “logical” and “bureaucracy” into one sentence.” ― Boo Walker, Lowcountry Punch
“Looking back on it, it was really cool to see a man step outside of his comfort zone to help another. It’s in times like those that true character shines through.” ― Boo Walker, Lowcountry Punch
“Each day runs into the next, like it does for the soldier, the jobless, the homeless, or the musician.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“but the years had shed the warming blanket of youth,” ― Boo Walker, The Singing Trees
“Growing and making wine was the purest of art forms: to work the land all year—to work with the land all year—to bleed and sweat and toil through the seasons, to bring in the harvest and guide the juice all the way to a bottle, and to share that bottle with the world. To share the fruit of a time and place. To help people smile.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“She took her journal out and read her belief statement out loud, though not loud enough for Jasper to hear in his room, where he was preparing for school. She finished, repeating several times, “Every day in every way, I am getting better and better.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“ain’t broke, but brother I’m badly bent.” -Fred Carter” ― Boo Walker, Off You Go: A Novella
“Those people who walk into your life for a little while, fill your cup, and then they’re gone.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain Rising
“It’s all about having the right image of yourself, the correct one. The one that you truly are, the one that wants to be successful. If you see that true image of yourself, you will grow into it. If you see a negative image, that’s what you’ll grow into. It’s time you accept that you’re made for greatness, and you need to put on your seatbelt because your life is going to be one wild ride. One amazing storybook ride.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“The more people you loved, the more goodbyes you had to endure.” ― Boo Walker, The Singing Trees
“The best description of this book is found within the title. The full title of this book is:"This is the story my great-grandfather told my father, who then told my grandfather, who then told me about how The Mythical Mr. Boo, Charles Manseur Fizzlebush Grissham III, better known as Mr. Fizzlebush, and Orafoura are all in fact me and Dora J. Arod, who sometimes shares my pen, paper, thoughts, mind, body, and soul, because Dora J. Arod is my pseudonym, as he/it incorporates both my first and middle name, and is also a palindrome that can be read forwards or backwards no matter if you are an upright man in the eyes of God or you are upside down in a tank of water wearing purple goggles and grape jelly discussing how best to spread your time between your work, your wife, and the toasted bread being eaten by the man you are talking to who goes by the name of Dendrite McDowell, who is only wearing a towel on his head and has an hourglass obscuring his “time machine”--or the thing that he says can keep him young forever by producing young versions of himself the way I avert disaster in that I ramble and bumble like a bee until I pollinate my way through flowery situations that might otherwise have ended up being more than less than, but not equal to two short parallel lines stacked on top of each other that mathematicians use to balance equations like a tightrope walker running on a wire stretched between two white stretched limos parked on a long cloud that looks like Salt Lake City minus the sodium and Mormons, but with a dash of pepper and Protestants, who may or may not be spiritual descendents of Mr. Maynot, who didn’t come over to America in the Mayflower, but only because he was “Too lazy to get off the sofa,” and therefore impacted this continent centuries before the first television was ever thrown out of a speeding vehicle at a man who looked exactly like my great-grandfather, who happens to look exactly like the clone science has yet to allow me to create” ― Jarod Kintz, This is the story my great-grandfather told my father, who then told my grandfather, who then told me about how The Mythical Mr. Boo, Charles Manseur Fizzlebush Grissham III, better known as Mr. Fizzlebush, and Orafoura are all in fact me...
“At some point in your life you have to decide to throw the anchor and accept that your home isn’t perfect, but it’s home. And your friends and lovers aren’t perfect either, but they’re what you’ve got, and you damn well better love them.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“We all needed that selfless person, someone willing to jump into our own darkness and drag us out of it—even when they get nothing in return.” ― Boo Walker, An Unfinished Story
“The closer you get to people, the harder it is to love them. But you have to love them anyway. You have to work at it. And you can’t walk away from them. That’s what love is. As” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“Now,” Joan said, “we’re going to practice some visualization. If you can create something in your mind, you can create it in your physical world as well. I want you to picture yourself on this day a year from now. Picture where you are. Where you want to be. Picture what you’re wearing. All the way to your socks and shoes. What are you doing? Who are you with? What do you smell? What do you feel like? Every detail. That’s you.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“When Pa tell you to do something, you do it, he say. When he say not to, you don’t. You don’t do what he say, he beat you. Sometime beat me anyhow, I say, whether I do what he say or not. That’s right, say Harpo. But not Sofia. She do what she want, don’t pay me no mind at all. I try to beat her, she black my eyes. Oh, boo-hoo, he cry. Boo-hoo-hoo.” ― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
“There’s a book I had to read in college that I’ve just picked up again called Psycho-Cybernetics. It’s all about having the right image of yourself, the correct one. The one that you truly are, the one that wants to be successful. If you see that true image of yourself, you will grow into it. If you see a negative image, that’s what you’ll grow into. It’s time you accept that you’re made for greatness, and you need to put on your seatbelt because your life is going to be one wild ride. One amazing storybook ride.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“Whitaker decided that the day baby boomers discovered emojis had to be the beginning of the end. How” ― Boo Walker, An Unfinished Story
“It’s hard to cram “logical” and “bureaucracy” into one sentence.” ― Boo Walker, Lowcountry Punch
“Looking back on it, it was really cool to see a man step outside of his comfort zone to help another. It’s in times like those that true character shines through.” ― Boo Walker, Lowcountry Punch
“Each day runs into the next, like it does for the soldier, the jobless, the homeless, or the musician.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“but the years had shed the warming blanket of youth,” ― Boo Walker, The Singing Trees
“Growing and making wine was the purest of art forms: to work the land all year—to work with the land all year—to bleed and sweat and toil through the seasons, to bring in the harvest and guide the juice all the way to a bottle, and to share that bottle with the world. To share the fruit of a time and place. To help people smile.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“She took her journal out and read her belief statement out loud, though not loud enough for Jasper to hear in his room, where he was preparing for school. She finished, repeating several times, “Every day in every way, I am getting better and better.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“ain’t broke, but brother I’m badly bent.” -Fred Carter” ― Boo Walker, Off You Go: A Novella
“Those people who walk into your life for a little while, fill your cup, and then they’re gone.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain Rising
“It’s all about having the right image of yourself, the correct one. The one that you truly are, the one that wants to be successful. If you see that true image of yourself, you will grow into it. If you see a negative image, that’s what you’ll grow into. It’s time you accept that you’re made for greatness, and you need to put on your seatbelt because your life is going to be one wild ride. One amazing storybook ride.” ― Boo Walker, Red Mountain
“The more people you loved, the more goodbyes you had to endure.” ― Boo Walker, The Singing Trees
