Quotes from Blake Nelson

Those people who look so together. They're as insecure as anyone. Maybe more so. You're as smart as any of them.

If I had to describe Trish, I would say: "high school parking lot." She smokes. She wears too much makeup. She probably gives great hand jobs.

Guys are like buses [...] Why get on the first one you see, when there's another one coming right after? Or something like that. Or maybe it's the opposite. I heard that on Oprah.

Whatever it is, it is older than I am. It is ancient. It is from the very deepest parts of life.

People think of nature as something separate from us. Nature is a park, or someplace you go on vacation. But nature is all around us. It is part of us. It can help us with our problems. People don't think that but it's true.

Trees are like parents. They look down on you with a wry smile. They know how it is. Not that they're gonna cut you any slack. You still gotta do the right thing. But they're always there. No matter how bad you mess up. You can always sit beneath a tree, nurse your wounds, try to do better next time.

I slung my Canon over my shoulder and strode into the empty Jetway. It felt natural, that motion, that walk through the tunnel, to the waiting plane. I felt like I was in the right place. I hear a voice, my own voice say: Welcome to your life.

I denounce the do-gooders, the feel-gooders, the "activist clubs," and anyone else who makes people feel like the problem is being taken care of. Trust me. The problem is not being taken care of.

A clear sky will swallow your problems. It will empty your brain if you let it. Gray skies are like a bad mood, dismal and heavy on your soul. The night sky is endless, full of possibilities, full of dreams you had once and forgot about. Look up. Those dreams are still there. You can always go back to them.

No matter what we do, Nature remains our protector. Even as we ignore it, contamine it, destroy it, Nature offers us sympathy and love. It comforts us in our darkest hours. We do not deserve this. And still it is offered.

And I realized the whole thing about fashion or writing about fashion or even thinking about fashion was confidence. You had to be confident and other people had to have confidence in you.

This is the typical fallacy on which all of CONSUMER AMERICA is based. Some piece of useless crap will make people like you.

That was the thing about Phoebe: She seemed to need more love, and so somehow you generated more love. And all that extra love moving through you, it was like a drug, it was pure ecstasy, filling you up and then flowing into her, and then coming back to you again, creating this vortex of incredible bliss.

You wanted to think something lasted when you loved someone. Some part of that connection remained, that the person stayed inside you in a way. But maybe that wasn't always true. And maybe with someone like Phoebe, you didn't want them lingering on the outskirts of your heart, reminding you how unsafe the world was. Maybe it was better to forget some people completely. If you could. If that was even possible.

we went outside and the night was really still and the stars were like an explosion across the sky.