“Maybe freedom really is nothing left to lose. You had it once in childhood, when it was okay to climb a tree, to paint a crazy picture and wipe out on your bike, to get hurt. The spirit of risk gradually takes its leave. It follows the wild cries of joy and pain down the wind, through the hedgerow, growing ever fainter. What was that sound? A dog barking far off? That was our life calling to us, the one that was vigorous and undefended and curious.” PainJoySpiritLeftSoundLosesHurtOur LivesGrowingRiskTreeCrazyChildhoodDogCryWindCallingOkayPaintCuriousClimbsBikeWipeVigorousJoy And PainHedgerows Author:Peter Heller
“You'll say I'm self-destructive I constructed all this tragedy. Go tell them all it's all my fault You'll tell them I was crazy . And anyway it's over now Nothing left to say.” SelfLeftCrazyTragedyFaultsDestructiveSelf Destructive Author:Alicia Witt
“I started writing an album on flights to Africa and Brazil, but it was crazy because I left the notebook on the plane. It had seven or eight songs in it. After that, I'm not writing any more songs on notebooks - and I keep my Blackberry close!” WritingSongLeftCrazySevenAlbumsEightFlightPlanesNotebookBrazilBlackberries Author:Estelle
“We all can think of at least one kid who had great parents, a great family, and an all-around great childhood...who suddenly went crazy as soon as he left the house for college or adulthood. And nobody can figure out how or why it happened!” ThinkingKidsHouseLeftParentHappenedCrazyChildhoodFiguresCollegeAdulthoodGreat FamilyGreat Parents Author:Andy Andrews