“Ride, authors. Write a ride. Figure out what yours is, and then pimp the ever-living shit out of it.”
“It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.”
“You can exclude the excluded middle, but when you ride through, on your way to a lonely and more certain place, out the window you'll see everyone you've ever known living there.”
“Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out.”
“Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions.” Ben shot Hi a stern look. “No running commentary.” “Your loss,” Hi said. “To the pimp ride!”
“Writing is storytelling and all of us are authors, not just of words but of reality. You are the author of your life, so go out and live! Then never quit writing about it!”