“I knew I was in deep shit. I didn’t know how deep—just that I still hadn’t touched bottom.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“I should think a dead language would be rather boring, socially speaking.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Worry wasn’t an emotion to which he was particularly accustomed—and it worried him.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“disclosure: (n.) when they finally tell us everything and nothing changes.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Spanish—how shall I say this?—is like Portuguese spoken with a speech impediment.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“I wondered about my inner child. In fact, I was troubled. Did I even have an inner child, I asked myself, given… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer’s life. Which… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Unhealthy behavior is actually common among doctors, who tend to know a lot about medicine but very little about health.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Recognize that your attention is the most valuable thing you can ever own, and you alone have the ultimate power to choose where to… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The fight for freedom, relatively and ultimately speaking, begins and ends with our attention: where we place it and how we use it.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The Matrix can feel like a pretty hopeless place. I get that. Nobody in his or her right mind (a tiny minority, admittedly) wants… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The possibility of waking up from (or even in) the dream offers a glimmer of hope, a sense that there’s more to existence than… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The creational scale—in tandem with sacred vowels—was used to fashion the universe and all life herein. The world, you might say, was literally spoken—or… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Bill of Rights: (n.) official tally of how much our rights cost to keep.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Objectivity is a subjective fantasy implanted in us by an external will seeking to curtail our creativity by limiting our minds to our own… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
