Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then—one day—you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then—one day—you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe.Denis Leary
Gene Fowler (1890 – 1960) was an American journalist, author, and dramatist.
- Sometimes I think it sounds like I walked out of the room and left the typewriter running.
- Men are not against you, they are merely for themselves.
- Of his writing.
- A book is never finished; it's abandoned.
- The best way to become a successful writer is to read good writing, remember it, and then forget where you remember it from.
- Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
- sometimes attributed to Douglas Adams.
- He has a profound respect for old age. Especially when it's bottled.
- Everyone needs a warm personal enemy or two to keep him free from rust in the movable parts of his mind.
- What is success? It is a toy balloon among children armed with pins.
- A man should love two cities, its own and San Francisco.