Sol Luckman Quotes & Sayings

Max never intended to be messy with his writing, which he could read just fine, years later if necessary, even if his teachers couldn't. He merely found that his active mind tended to move too fast for his hand to keep up with. — Sol Luckman

Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with the fragments of a million broken dreams. — Sol Luckman

It was a rotten time to try to be a man in America. Until Blue came along I'd never even spent time around a man. Hell, I'd never even seen one. Where were all the men in this once great land? — Sol Luckman

Nobody ever goes to that store to shop because it's too crowded. — Sol Luckman

Begging is much more difficult than it looks. Contrary to popular belief, it's a high art form that takes years of dedicated practice to master. — Sol Luckman

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn't it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words. — Sol Luckman

Flying in his dreams was an exhilarating, breathtaking experience, sometimes literally, that tended to leave reality wanting, like riding a roller coaster compared to mowing the lawn. — Sol Luckman

I wouldn't be caught dead sacrificing myself for this country. — Sol Luckman

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

He knew perfectly well (even if he wasn't inclined to admit it) that the material body had a spiritual aspect. He knew that "spirit," however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences - which, though he might suppress them, he couldn't altogether erase from memory. — Sol Luckman

The biggest question, transcending physics and the realm of how he was able to do the extraordinary things he did, remained firmly rooted in the realm of metaphysics and begged an answer to why he could do these things. — Sol Luckman

When it rains it pours and when it shines you get melanoma. — Sol Luckman

Worry wasn't an emotion to which he was particularly accustomed - and it worried him. — Sol Luckman

The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when their worldview is threatened by new data: they attacked the messenger. — Sol Luckman

I just want to live my own life instead of everyone else's version of it. — Sol Luckman

The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer's life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well. — Sol Luckman

I am, as it were, the created creating - a paradox, for all its rhetorical trappings, at the beating heart of our shared human journey, and one I invite you to struggle with just as I have while, day in and day out, word by word and line by line, constructing a fictitious autobiography for myself in these pages. — Sol Luckman

I knew I was in deep shit. I didn't know how deep - just that I still hadn't touched bottom. — Sol Luckman

Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate? — Sol Luckman

The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was. — Sol Luckman

The beauty of a metaphor is it doesn't have to be real to ring true. The instant a metaphor becomes true it ceases to be a metaphor, which suggests a disconnect between truth and what's commonly referred to as reality. — Sol Luckman

So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summer that saw us traverse the hazardous divide between the illusions of boyhood and the far more pernicious deceptions of maturity, et cetera. — Sol Luckman

It takes money to make money, even begging. Humans are herd animals. If a stranger's bleeding to death beside the road, most people won't stop to offer a Band-Aid. But get the ball rolling with a couple Good Samaritans, and before you know it you've got more eager philanthropists than you know what to do with. — Sol Luckman

I wondered about my inner child. In fact, I was troubled. Did I even have an inner child, I asked myself, given that, in essence, I'd just been born? — Sol Luckman

Spanish - how shall I say this? - is like
Portuguese spoken with a speech impediment. — Sol Luckman

I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing - as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor as of roses preserved between the pages of a book, their significance long forgotten. The tongue of the road gobbled me up and I allowed myself to sink like a tasty mouthful all the way to the bottom of a marvelous, rejuvenating vacuity. Later, it would occur to me it's the emptiness we mistakenly call Innocence. — Sol Luckman

I should think a dead language would be rather boring, socially
speaking. — Sol Luckman

In his mother's honor, vowing not to commit the "fashionable stupidity" of ignoring things he didn't understand, Max performed a brave act of nonconformity by accepting the possibility that his dreams might be exactly what they seemed: real. — Sol Luckman

Over the years most of my peers had come to hate me - I never understood why. I guess I was just different and, like dogs, they could smell it. So I never had many friends. — Sol Luckman

Unhealthy behavior is actually common among doctors, who tend to know a lot about medicine but very little about health. — Sol Luckman

Nothing bonds two solitary individuals like a good shared drunk. This is a scientific fact. It's important, even necessary for the long-term welfare of the planet to get good and shit-faced with your neighbor every now and then. — Sol Luckman

With the sensation that he was passing through the Looking-Glass, Max stared at his father as if he had never seen him before - simultaneously impressed and unnerved at the thought that, after all these years, he still knew so little about him. — Sol Luckman

Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously 'present,' an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be. — Sol Luckman

In the spirit of the Alpha and the Omega, in the way the Alpha was the
Omega, and vice versa, he knew the beginning was also the end - and that the end was just another beginning. — Sol Luckman

Life is too short to waste being a productive member of society. — Sol Luckman

Well, enough of this introspection. It's depressing, quite frankly. — Sol Luckman