Quotes from Steve Vernon

At the end of the day this is nothing more than a blog. It's nice to hit them high notes - but REALLY - how significant do you think something that sort of sounds like the sound of a flatulent frog being run over by a clown car really needs to be?

You can't live the story of your life properly without the occasional addition of a little sudden drama.

So as near as I could tell the end of the world began roughly about the time that Billy Carver's butt rang about halfway through the War of 1812.

What did grown men see in the rattle of sticks, the slashing of steel over ice and hockey sweaters worn way beyond funk?

It is midnight in the hard part of town. The mask is itching like it always does. The ragged end of my cape is soaking in a puddle of something I don't want to guess about. I'm crouched behind a kicked-in aluminum trash can. It stinks of rotted meat and drunkard's piss - and I feel right at home. (from Nothing to Lose)

We all learn to carry so much unnecessary regret. We drag it around behind ourselves and wear it sewn into the inner lining of our shadow. I think that the heart of every ghost story ever told is awash with the soft faded autumnal color of pure unredeemable regret.

There were a lot of them - so many promises washed up like waves on the rocky beach, only to be pulled away just as fast.

The best kinds of stories are made up out of little bits of truth and stretched into a pleasing shape.

People are puzzles that way. We are complicated mechanisms. Just when you think that you have got a certain person all figured out they go and they change on you and you have to go and start that whole figuring-out process all over again from the beginning.

Some people just never seem to let themselves be happy," the sea hag said. "It's like they fight against their own contentment." Was

Walking into an ocean isn't nearly as easy as they make it look on Baywatch. The

Let me tell you, deep-water sea-bitch wrestling can work up an awful appetite. Then

Things live on a whole lot longer when they are living in story and memory." "Okay,

Yes, boys and girls, today's near-death experience was brought to you by the number eight and the letters WTF!

I wondered if that was how the world went round - nothing more than eight billion strangers sitting together and telling each other stories and lies while trying to figure out just who the hell each other really was.

Forgive me if I am repeating myself but time travelling will do that to a fellow.

his argument might have involved a threat of excommunication and quite possibly her being unfriended and permanently blocked from the Vatican's Facebook page.

I've been hearing about how good and kind and merciful that old boy is upstairs, but I've read the Old Testament. You just take a look at all the folks that Jehovah decreed needed to burned or sacked and smited out of their homes. That old fellow is a psychopathic serial killer, you just check the facts.