Quotes About Recklessness

I was a complete loon, but I don't regret a bit of it.

I've seen such things as you would not believe. I've seen motorbikes driven down hotel corridors - and had a go myself.

I eat beef jerky and ride with bare feet on the dashboard. We

I am doing my thing, my impulse thing: What if I leap from the theater balcony right now? What if I tongue the homeless man across from me on the subway? What if I sit down on the floor of this party by myself and eat everything on that deli tray, including the cigarettes?

If you want to head for hell by way of smoking weed or opium, or by drinking, or by being dim enough to call a giant names to his face, go head. Enjoy the slide. I won't get in your way. Nope. I won't hand you a bucket of grease, either. You've got to do it on your own.

You're going to break your idiot neck one day, or someone's going to break it for you.

And I see red. The big tray of mashed potatoes is in my hands before I even realize what I'm doing. I heave it over the plastic sneeze guard, raining the entire load down on the advancing cop.

You're going to break your idiot neck one day, or someone's going to break it for you." My dad.

You cannot control what you love—you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.

I flung myself into pleasure like a suicide on to a pavement.

A couple of pills started me down the Yellow Brick Road. Vodka tonic, double. What's the worst that can happen? I thought. I'll shit myself and choke on my own vomit in the back of a taxi or onstage. At least I'll die with dignity.

Aren't you flirting with danger yourself?

I was sure he'd calculated the risks, and decided it was safe. And every day of my life was a risk.

My plan was to land in Red Square, but there were too many people and I thought I'd cause casualties.

It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain the pure, desperate pleasure of talking about the beloved.

I think when you're sixteen, you believe you're invicible. Or immortal. Maybe it's both. [pp. 7]

You don't think before you do, then you're shocked when you end up on the wrong side of a shit pile.

I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.

GET YOURSELF TOGETHER DRINK TILL YOU DROP FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW AND HAVE ANOTHER SHOT

What happened at the trestle?" "Edward fell," I said. "He almost drowned." Andrew grinned. "It's a pity he didn't.

Faced with a boy I had a crush on—a bow-legged Missouri cowboy with the face and form of young Marlon Brando—I eagerly took the tequila his friend handed me. Forgoing lime and salt, I tucked my hair behind my ears and tossed back a shot. As that one went down like bleach, I was holding up my glass for another.

I came back [to school] in the fall, as a full-time boarder, with a certain set to my jaw, determined to go it alone. A summer passed in thoughtful isolation, rowing on a mountain lake, diving from a pier, had made me perfectly reckless. I was going to get myself recognized at whatever price. It was in this cold, empty gambler's mood, common to politicians and adolescents, that I surveyed the convent setup. If I could not win fame by goodness, I was ready to do it by badness.

There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own.

Still, there was no getting around the fact that many of the people most culpable for the nation's economic woes remained fabulously wealthy and had avoided prosecution mainly because the laws as written deemed epic recklessness and dishonesty in the boardroom or on the trading floor less blameworthy than the actions of a teenage shoplifter.