Quotes About Recklessness

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.

When you were trying to get away from yourself, you gravitated to the loud and obnoxious, to the extremes, to the reckless, because it forced you to scramble and hang on with your clawing nails to cliffs of your own self-invention.

galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily. where have you been? why did you do this to me? and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.

With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.

It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened.

I have finally taught Dean that he can do anything he wants, become mayor of Denver, marry a millionaires, or become the greatest poet since Rimbaud. But he keeps rushing out to see the midget auto races. I go with him.

Victor proceeded to roll the biggest bomber anybody ever saw. He rolled (using brown bag paper) what amounted to a tremendous Corona cigar of tea. It was huge. Dean stared at it, popeyed. Victor casually lit it and passed it around. To drag on this thing was like leaning over a chimney and inhaling. It blew into your throat in one great blast of heat. We held our breaths and all let out just about simultaneously. Instantly we were all high.

Black coffee's a lot like whiskey, you know? All devil and no trimmin's. Always liked my sins pure and take it as it comes.

What do you think the world is if not just an endless parade of madness? To make war is madness. To seek power is madness." She laughed louder, throwing her arms wide. "And madness is glorious!

I have the most perfect confidence in your indiscretion

He crossed the road when the signal was red, that's his problem!

And some go the other way, the most lethal way of all: when the pressure gets to be too much, it's not their nerve that breaks, it's their fear. They lose the capacity to be afraid, even when they should be. These can't ever go home again. They're like those First World War airmen, the finest ones, shining in their recklessness and invincible, who got home and found that home had no place for what they were. Some people are undercovers all the way to the bone; the job has taken them whole.

They're like those First World War airmen, the finest ones, shining in their recklessness and invincible, who got home and found that home had no place for what they were.

I threw flips and cartwheels straight across the grass, fuck my imaginary stitches, fuck whether Lexie had done gymnastics, I couldn't remember the last time I had been this drunk and I loved it. I wanted to dive deeper into it and never come up for air, open my mouth and take a huge breath and drown on this night

We had been so small, so recklessly sure that together we could defy all the dark uncomplicated threats of the adult world, rust straight through them like a game of Red Rover, laughing and away.

For Zoe Rutherford the answer was: everything. She had been hedging her bets now for years, making no decision at all rather than make a bad one. But that, in itself, was a decision, she realized, and this was where it was headed all along. Directly above her head, blood peppered the ceiling, a "castoff" spray that permeated the pimply white paint. It looked a little as though

Sorry, I'd love to hang out with you but this alcohol isn't going to drink itself into incoherence and liver failure

Part of the $10 million I spent on gambling, part on booze and part on women. The rest I spent foolishly.

I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.

If a man is worth loving at all, he is worth loving generously, even recklessly.

A crazy man finishes in the cemetery.