What do you want on your tombstone?
The blog is bigger than one person and it will thrive without me. (It will, at very least, be more coherent.)
But I did want to have a final game with my friends and coworkers before I leave. Each person has picked one literary quote they would like as their epitaph. (See, it’s a theme... death... departure... Steve Carell.)
Now, for what everyone wanted on their tombstones:
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. I wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
-Jonathan Safran Foer
We accept the love we think we deserve.
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
(How could I not pair those two quotes?)
Please accept my resignation. I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.
I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Mind, mind, mind:
Itself a capable vibration
Thrumming from here to there
In the cloven brainflesh
Contained in its helmet of bone—
Like an electronic boxful
Of channels and filaments
Bundled inside its case,
A little musical robot--
-Robert Pinsky “Last Robot Song
Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
It is Sandy, he said. For there she was.
-Virginia Woolf, just a tad adjusted
An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.
-Jason Lea, JasonMarkLea@yahoo.com
P.S. Thank you for reading. Writers do not matter without readers, but readers will always matter.
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