May 2017 – A Pondering Mind

Bertrand Russell

The idea that the poor should have leisure has always been shocking to the rich. Bertrand Russell, In praise of Idleness and other essays

Eric Clapton

The blues are what I turned to, what has given me inspiration and relief in all the trials of my life. Eric Clapton

George Carlin’s Use Of The Word “Fat”

Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty of words. Edgar Allan Poe

Jack Kerouac

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds. Jack Kerouac

R.I.P. Greg Allman

Greg Allman, along with his late brother Duane, that founded The Allman Brothers Band, passed away. He was 69 years old.

Henry David Thoreau

It’s not enough to be busy, so are the ants. The question is, what are we busy about? Henry David Thoreau

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Break the monotony. Do something strange and extravagant! Ralph Waldo Emerson

Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her andContinue reading “100 Word Story”

Saul Bellow On Libraries

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Thinking

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Jimi Hendrix

Music is a safe kind of high. Jimi Hendrix

The Soul

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Man

Man: a being in search of meaning. Plato

Marshall McLuhan Quote

Publishing Is A Business – Nicholas Sparks

Muhammad Ali Quote On Champions

Fab Quote

Allen Ginsberg Quote On Poetry

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Soul

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Walt Whitman Quote

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Thinking

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Hell

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell. Aldous Huxley

Edna Ferber Quote

Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Edna Ferber

Thinking

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself. Plato

Friedrich Nietzsche Quote

I and me are always too deep in conversation. Friedrich Nietzsche

Short Story

On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.