Cameron Conaway Quotes & Sayings

We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts. — Cameron Conaway

I didn't want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it. — Cameron Conaway

The weight of wait. — Cameron Conaway

My next fight would not be measured in rounds, but throughout a lifetime. It would sustain and fulfill me longer than anything in the cage could. My opponent, my fight, would be against the slipping aspects of American society. — Cameron Conaway

Fighting and writing's deepest layers of beauty lie not only in the physical and mental realms of what we know, but also as an incognizable instinct, a realm we will never fully know but will forever feel. — Cameron Conaway

A counter to a jab is a left hook. What's the counter to prejudice? — Cameron Conaway

Real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection. — Cameron Conaway

Feed peace not fear, make spoon not war. — Cameron Conaway

Fights begin and end with handshakes. — Cameron Conaway

There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow. — Cameron Conaway

Ultimate vulnerability. That's manly. — Cameron Conaway

The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans. — Cameron Conaway

Giving up is always an option, but not always a failure. — Cameron Conaway

So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting. — Cameron Conaway

The taste of moon's song. — Cameron Conaway

Somewhere in the shape sighs take. — Cameron Conaway

Concrete breathes sun's heat. — Cameron Conaway

Naming nature doesn't tame nature. — Cameron Conaway

The illusion of our. — Cameron Conaway

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms? — Cameron Conaway

The dust of my dreams swim spiced incense smoke. — Cameron Conaway

We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds. — Cameron Conaway

The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences. — Cameron Conaway

Unreality cooled reality's burn. — Cameron Conaway

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do. — Cameron Conaway

Don't settle, but settle. — Cameron Conaway

Dew moves mountains. — Cameron Conaway

It's too bad war gets all the attention; it's too bad the plant is easier to see than the root. — Cameron Conaway

The historic beauty of BJJ rests not with its ability to allow a smaller man to maim a larger man, but with its ability to allow any man of any size to survive. — Cameron Conaway

The storm before the calm. — Cameron Conaway

I should no longer define myself as the son of a father who couldn't or hasn't or wouldn't or wasn't. — Cameron Conaway

Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones. — Cameron Conaway

The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow's dew. — Cameron Conaway

In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient. — Cameron Conaway

A poet could kill the dead. — Cameron Conaway

In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress. — Cameron Conaway

It was evening and would be when I woke. No matter. From the maple tree the Red-tail spoke. — Cameron Conaway

Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood. — Cameron Conaway

I've learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen. — Cameron Conaway

To live meant feeding my former self to my current self. — Cameron Conaway

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed. — Cameron Conaway

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam. — Cameron Conaway

What's not there is. — Cameron Conaway

It's cool when fashion recycles itself, it's not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction. — Cameron Conaway

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork. — Cameron Conaway

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing. — Cameron Conaway

The granted for taken. — Cameron Conaway