Quotes About Survival

Any weed dumb enough to grow tall ain't got no chance. It gets decapitated by the next train that comes through.

Und wenn ihr Gewissen droht, sie in den Abgrund zu reißen, müsste sie sich dann nicht davon befreien, damit sie überleben kann?

acorns and berries he can eat.

Yeah! Someone says they freaked out and ate each other—you know, like the Donner party.

Let's set the existence-of-God issue aside for a later volume, and just stipulate that in some way, self-replicating organisms came into existence on this planet and immediately began trying to get rid of each other, either by spamming their environments with rough copies of themselves, or by more direct means which hardly need to be belabored. Most of them failed, and their genetic legacy was erased from the universe forever, but a few found some way to survive and to propagate.

I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought. And then I did.

Run with the hunted.

I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I'm not the happiest man on earth I'm surely the luckiest man alive.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.

Let' em learn or let' em die