Cameron Conaway Quotes

#1. 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.

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#2. So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.

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#3. There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.

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#4. Don't settle, but settle.

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#5. If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

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#6. 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.

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#7. 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.

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#8. 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.

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#9. Feed peace not fear, make spoon not war.

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#10. The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow's dew.

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#11. Giving up is always an option, but not always a failure.

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#12. The storm before the calm.

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#13. Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

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#14. How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

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#15. Real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.

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#16. Naming nature doesn't tame nature.

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#17. The granted for taken.

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#18. Unreality cooled reality's burn.

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#19. The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

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#20. In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.

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#21. 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.

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#22. A counter to a jab is a left hook. What's the counter to prejudice?

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#23. The taste of moon's song.

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#24. Somewhere in the shape sighs take.

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#25. The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.

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#26. I didn't want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.

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#27. To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.

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#28. A poet could kill the dead.

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#29. Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

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#30. Concrete breathes sun's heat.

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#31. The dust of my dreams swim spiced incense smoke.

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#32. We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.

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#33. Ultimate vulnerability. That's manly.

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#34. The weight of wait.

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

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#36. Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.

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

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

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#39. The illusion of our.

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#40. Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

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#41. What's not there is.

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#42. Fights begin and end with handshakes.

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#43. Dew moves mountains.

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

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#45. The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.

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#46. Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.

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#47. 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.

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