Alex Bosworth Quotes

Most people thought he was insane when he looked up into the sky with a simple handmade telescope and cried out that the Earth revolves around the Sun, because this was four years ago.

My parents would not permit ugly language in the house, which was okay with me. I didn't want to learn German anyway.

Have you ever suddenly realized it's someone else's mood swing and you're just along for the ride?

Every time I write about life, I must kill and eat the actual event. I mean to say that my words are scavengers who need to devour lifeless substance if they are to survive as non-fiction. The event is dead, it ceased to be as soon as it happened. The closest I can come to resurrecting the past is to feed my memories to a ravenous swarm of sentences, punctuation and paragraphs. They chew up and digest the things I remember, producing a waste product I think of as an honest account. Reality suffers a second death through this process. False memories, both organic and manufactured, erase the genuine article in order to reassemble the factors into a serviceable construct. True story.

Lately, I've become sort of a fatalist. Well, that was bound to happen.

Whatever I haven't accomplished biologically obviously wasn't all that imperative.

There are many ways to roll with the punches. Still, it's probably best to avoid people who punch you.

I've seen enough family photos in enough homes to know that the term "suitable for framing" should have a stricter definition.

Yes, I want the whole enchilada! Who orders a partial enchilada?!

Socrates said that an unexamined life is not worth living. But you know, an over-examined life can be a real crap festival, too.

One day, back when I working at a video store, a woman accompanied by her two small sons walked up the counter with a tape box displaying a man slicing off someone's head with a chainsaw. "Does this have any sex in it?" she asked. In my mind, it was like I was narrating a nature documentary on humans. "Watch as the American mother protects her young ones from dangerous influences.

I stared out at the waves. "Why am I here?" I thought. Finally it came to me. But it was too late. I was a terrible lifeguard.

It's spooky how we'll never know how many people have died while trying to mail a chain letter.

What doesn't kill you is probably just taking a break to freshen up so it can come back and finish you off later.

Henry Ford is quoted as saying. "History is more or less bunk." Now, if he never spoke those words, doesn't that just prove he was right when he didn't say them?