I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face!
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Phone call from God. If it had been collect, that would have been daring!
Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.
John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes.John Keating: Yes.Todd Anderson: Uh, and this image floats beside me.John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.John Keating: Oh, that's excellent! Now, give him action - make him do something!Todd Anderson: H-His hands reach out and choke me.John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.John Keating: What's he mumbling?Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth.John Keating: Yeah, yes.Todd Anderson: Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.John Keating: Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!Todd Anderson: Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.John Keating: Don't you forget this.
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