Tim Tharp Quotes

That's how it is with legends. The greater they sound, the more must've got left out.

That type of dream just kind of wears out with time like a favorite old T-shirt. One day, it's nothing but tatters and all you can do is throw it over on the rag pile with the others.

It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.

That's what the prom is - St. Patrick's Day for the young.

My job is okay. You know what an okay job is, don't you? It's a job you only hate some of the time instead of all of the time

She's still smiling her little smile, and it strikes me that, actually, she is drunk, not on alcohol, but on her St. Louis hopes and dreams. I wouldn't sober her up for anything, but she doesn't need me anymore. She can hang on to her dreams by herself now.

it gets a little tiresome when you're so high you go to the movies and look up at the marquee and think the starting times are the ticket prices. I mean, I remember standing there going, 'Ten-fifteen? What kind of price is ten dollars and fifteen cents?' It's a hassle."

"Yeah, one time I was putting gas in my car and thought the number of gallons was the price. I even got into an argument with the cashier. It was hilarious.

Just wait. Someone's going to come along, someone you never expected, someone who needs you because you're you.

I've never seen her laugh like this before. It's a sight to behold, a wonder, like the Eiffel Tower or the World's Largest Prairie Dog.

She might be the only girl I've ever met who still hasn't learned to sacrifice bodily comfort for fashion's sake.

Books seem a little old-fashioned, but hey, I can do old-fashioned if it's good.

Yes, life is weird, but I embrace the weird. Let everyone else go marching off into their great shining futures if they want. Me, I've always been more than content to tip my whisky bottle and take a ride straight into the heart of the spectacular now.

Cassidy brings something beautiful to me from the outside. Aimee brings something beautiful up from the depths of my insides.
"I can't dance like Cassidy," she says.
"Yeah, but you dance like Aimee. And that's perfect.

The best thing about now, is that there's another one tomorrow.

Life is made out of Thursday afternoons. You just keep having them one after the other and let everything else take care of itself.

See, I do have a future to give her after all, just not one that includes me.

Uh, sure, if it doesn't take too long. I'm supposed to be at a big police banquet in about thirty seconds. They'll probably send a car by for me if I'm late.

See, I agree with what Cassidy says - once you have sex you'll always be sewn together with an astral thread.

I like to think there's more to a person than just one thing.

The thought does cross my mind that I could slip and end up cracking my head on the pavement just short of the pool, but if you're always going to worry about minor drawbacks, then you'll never accomplish anything.

I like you so much, she says between kisses. And I can tell she wants to say love instead of like, not because she really does love me but because she just wants to say it. Of course, she can't, though. Not when I haven't said it first.

That's how it is online - there's no time in cyberspace. It's almost like everything physical evaporates, and it's just your mind and the different sites floating in a void.

We're toasting the chlorophyll rising in our bodies, catching the energy from the universe. Nobody's ever been young like we are right at this moment.

It's too big to change. It's too heavy and all sharp-cornered and shit.

It's superb to be out in the early, early morning before the sun comes up. There's this sense of being super-alive. You're in on a secret that all the dull, sleeping people don't know about. Unlike them, you're alert and aware of existing right here in this precise moment between what happened and what's going to happen.

Have you ever started to wave at someone and then realized they weren't really waving at you, so you abort and go for a head scratch instead? That's how I felt.

And then there are the ex-girlfriends. They look incredible, every one of them.

They've made the mistake of thinking that power over others and leadership are the same thing.

I'm not a dream crusher. The real world already does enough of that without me getting into the business

Finally, she's like, I know it looks bad right now, but parents are just people. They don't always know what to do. That doesn't mean they don't love you.

Cassidy is the best girlfriend ever. I've dated her for a full two months longer than anyone else. She's smart and witty and original and can chug a beer faster than most guys I know. On top of that, she is absolutely beautiful. I mean spanktacular. Talk about pure colors. She's high-definition. Scandinavian blond hair, eyes as blue as fiords, skin like vanilla ice cream or flower petals or sugar frosting - or really not like anything else but just her skin. It makes my hair ache. Of course, she does believe in astrology, but I don't even care about that. It's a girl thing. I think of it like she has constellations and fortunes whirling around inside her.

What else am I going to do, let the girl sit there on a railing in the moonlight thinking she's damned to go dudeless for the rest of her life?

Those colors of hers really begin their attack on me now, ripping through my skin, electrifying my bloodstream, sending sparks zapping around in my stomach. I take a long pull on my whisky but I can't keep a hard-on from starting. I only mention this because I have a theory that the hard-on is the number one reason for sexism down through history. I mean, it is seriously impossible to really soak in a girl's ideas, no matter how deep or true, when you have a stiffy coming on.

Here in the realm of books she's self-assured. She has some of the control she doesn't have anywhere else.

Beauty's all around me right here. It's not in a textbook. It's not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight ... The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

I want to swear to the king of the king of the kings it's enough. But this afternoon the magic has all run out.

I guarantee there is nothing more depressing than knowing morons have complete power over you.

Boredom is only for boring people with no imagination.

Talk about enchantment. Forget about working for something just to have it fall apart on you. Let the magic come. That's what I say. Let the magic come and fill in every inch of that little black crack behind your breastbone.

Besides, I'm not looking to get saved. I'm only going with her because it's what you do when you're in a relationship. You know? You slide into the third pew from the front and sit there thinking about how desperate all these people are to feel like something loves them. They'll believe all kinds of hocus-pocus. But your girlfriend likes it, and you like her, so you do it. It's called compromise. The only way you're going to get something to last in this world is to work at it.

No,' I say l. 'It's not all right. But I couldn't help it

Maybe Marcus was wrong. Maybe a single person can save the world. I'll bet I could. I could save the whole world - for a night.

it's not too late for me.

Nothing helps. I'm a black spot on the chest X-ray of the universe.

This looks interesting, I say, but what I'm really thinking is, Wow, Aimee, science fiction? Really, could you try any harder to brand yourself with the mark of the nerd herd? What's next, anime?

It's fine to live in the now. but the best thing about now is that there's another one tomorrow. i'm going to start making them count.

Your eyes are a blue universe, and I'm just falling into them. No parachute. I don't need one because I'm never going to hit the ground.

They've drummed the miraculous out of you, but you don't want it to be like that. You want the miraculous. You want everything to still be new.

Don't worry about who has the power in the relationship all the time. If you make her happy, then that's the biggest power you can have.

She's drenched and bedraggled, but I've never loved anyone as much as I love her right now. That's how I know I'll have to give her up.

The whole magnetic thing about sex is you want the other person to want you.

See, this is the other side of the coin. This is a girl's downfall. The guy goes soft in the head and starts talking to her like a moron and she wants to take care of him. He's just cuddly fool who can't make it without her.

That's all right,' she says, and I have to wonder how many times she's said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow

We all want something that sticks

Our whole society's a training ground for addicts.

I did it! I stopped time.

[Hampton Green]