Michael Scott Gallegos Quotes

Luck is for the poor. For the rich, money flows to its natural source. ...You know, it’s true what they say. Life is a beach!

It’s COMMUNICATION MOBILITY. People love walking around engaged. They do NOT, I repeat do NOT love the phone. ...COMMUNICATION MOBILITY could take place with a cardboard box and people would love the cardboard.

Today is my last full day at the ocean. ...Perfection is not only for the rich, the supremely talented, the powerful. It is also available to me.

Aesthetics is merely an undiscovered force, expressed by a yet un-devised mathematical equation.

My wife says that I should be working for retirement instead of pursuing my sizzled dream of writing. I told her she was right. I should be working instead of goofing off. But, I’m a man. What does she expect?

The ocean is an intoxicant or more like WD40. It greases the rusty parts of the mind and body and gets them moving like a precision machine.

History is a perfect arm-chair coach, but it lacks human sentiment. It’s like imagining living through the Black Death in the Middle Ages. It can’t be done. Essentially history is an emotional iceberg when it comes to human tragedy. We look upon the events of history as folklore, stories of human rights and wrongs, of character and cracks. History is always a good story, but its tragedies or success never hit our current-event nerve.

The sequel would catapult me into the New York Times #1 book for 18 months straight. I would not allow my stardom to affect my Zen-Monk demeanor. I would retire into my mansion, become a Zen-Monk master and own three Jeeps.

He was soon asleep as the familiar cadence of Bach played in the background. It was no surprise that no one noticed.

Jason never knew a day without war. They raged since before he was born, and had become a silent backdrop to his everyday life. As long as it stayed in the big cities, he was satisfied to remain deaf, dumb and blind to the destruction.

All my inner beings become streams of brightly lucent colors. I touch each strand and each thread makes a unique tone.

I don’t like jumping in the ocean and pretending to be a fish. I don’t surf and I don’t enjoy swimming. ...I don’t enjoy fishing either. I must come from a line of beasts that lived on the beach but not in the ocean.

Magic gave a final wink and wave as it vanished into the cascading darkness of the dark lonely back road.

Meditation takes chaos and begins magically morphing it into nothing.

A couple walked past us holding hands.
“You guys look so cute playing football in the park.”
Little did they know that they just witnessed the biggest Super Bowl loss in the history of National League Football.