I’m not sure. But that bless-his/her-heart kind of melancholic humor is among my favorite things in the world. I guess it exposes a kind of humanity – or that’s the hope, at least – a kind of grudging respect for human frailty. Unless it’s actually kicking human frailty while it’s down – I’m not sure. — David Rakoff
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David Rakoff : Canadian Writer
Born: November 27, 1964
Died: August 9, 2012
My dad, bless him, was a musician. And his dad had thought t…
Lord, bless me with the ability to achieve all that I can, a…
A runner must run with dreams in his heart, not money in his…
The war correspondent has his stake – his life – in his own …
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagin…
I’m crazy about Grant: his character, his nature, his scienc…
My dad, bless him, was a musician. And his dad had thought t…
Lord, bless me with the ability to achieve all that I can, a…
A runner must run with dreams in his heart, not money in his…
The war correspondent has his stake – his life – in his own …
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagin…
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his …
I’m crazy about Grant: his character, his nature, his scienc…
I do think the heart can balance out the mind, if your heart…
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart…
If you’re going to have a heart attack, mine was the kind to…
I kind of realize that I have a tendency to choose the kind …
I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I w…
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. It…
Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers. Voltai…
A man is judged by his deeds, not by his words.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courag…
The ballplayer who loses his head, who can’t keep his cool, …
His lack of education is more than compensated for by his ke…
If ever a man and his wife, or a man and his mistress, who p…
A true teacher defends his students against his own personal…
