Rex Pickett Quotes

#1. You're such a cheater. The best wood in your golf bag is your pencil!

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#2. Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.

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#3. I can't kill myself, I thought. I'm too insignificant. I'm nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the first-floor window of a skyscraper, a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea along with millions of tons of raw sewage, a squirrel eating a nut as a car bore down on him.

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#4. I snapped to consciousness with the incandescent realization that somewhere, deep in our dreams, or deep in unconsciousness, or deep in the afterlife, all conflicts and acrimonies are resolved. That it was consciousness that so unrelentingly afflicted us with suffering.

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#5. In Hollywood, between enthusiasm and money lies the Sahara Desert.

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#6. I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.

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#7. I tapped a forefinger to my temple and raised my glass of single-vineyard Foxen Pinot. "Between here and here lies the Rubicon of the imagination.

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#8. Miles, it's only morning and you're already drunk."

"No, I'm not," I weakly protested. "I'm just thirsty.

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#9. Polypharmacology and curmudgeonliness were keeping her alive.

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#10. Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out.

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#11. Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body.

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