My mother is a big fan of precision, and tries her best to maintain it. Unfortunately, her own incompetence gets in the way. Dinner is served, except when a can won't open. That's the way she is: fine unless something… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
I know absolutely nothing about where I'm going. I'm fine with that. I'm happy about it. Before, I had nothing. I had no life, no friends, and no family really, and I didn't really care. I had nothing, and nothing… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
My mother is a big fan of precision, and tries her best to maintain it. Unfortunately, her own incompetence gets in the way. Dinner… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
“It seems like it’s all just remembering and forgetting. Things happen so fast, and then they’re gone before you notice them. Events ambush you… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
It's funny how strangers can pass in front of you every day and all you see is a flat shadow, a vague outline, not… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
Winter broke off, finally, a long ash crumbling at the end of a cigarette, burned out, weak and emptied. — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
That's the point of it, to have those connections, as painful as they are, as much worry as they might cause; they give back… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
“You have your whole life ahead of you," my mother told me, "don't spend all your time in the past." It's good advice, I… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
“She is a woman who needs someone to take care of her, but it isn't going to be me.” — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
“Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head,… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
“The world is perfect there. Or maybe you’re perfect and the world is the same.” — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
Live in the moment, just do it - those are phrases thrown around by people who don't know what they mean. Just do it… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
I hate the calendar, which is both a circle and a straight line, a wheel and an arrow, grinding each anniversary, each day a… — Gregory Galloway Copy Share Image
