By C.K.’s count, [his set] contains ‘about four raucous laughs’— his term for the hyperventilating, kick-the-seat-in-front-of-you, holy-grail eruptions he craves, the ones that make other laughs sound like background hum by comparison.
–Weiner, J. “The Man Who Loves to Hate Himself.” Rolling Stone, Issue 1146/1147; 2011 December 22- 2012 January 5.
A Grizzled Troubadour Dusts Off His Bowler
“There’s truths there that spiral out of what appears to be just a word game,” he said. “That’s what I find mystifying about the meanings of things: they kind of unscrew themselves from the practical words.”
-Tom Waits
Typically, I am grace; I am poise. This afternoon, I’ve knocked over and cracked a drinking glass and then this. I can’t even blame it on the earthquake. We didn’t feel it down here.
I’m always the kind of friend or girlfriend who suggests, when there’s some cataclysmic problem in the relationship, ‘Well, maybe we can come up with a creative activity that will help us out.’ I’m like, ‘Let’s get out the pens! Draw a picture of how much you hate me.’
–Miranda July, as quoted by Garrison Keillor
“But there’s so much to learn,” he said with a thoughtful frown.
--Norton Juster
