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Pic of the Day: “Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “We’ll drive. Keep driving. Head out to the middle of nowhere, take that road as far as it takes us. You’ve never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country, Monty, it’s beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Nothin’ at all for miles around. Nothin’ but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin’ atcha. No madmen cursin’ or pissin’ in the streets. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get way from somewhere else. The desert’s for startin’ over. Find a bar and I’ll buy us drinks. I haven’t had a drink in two years, but I’ll have one with you, one last whisky with my boy. Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. And then I’ll go. I’ll tell you don’t ever write me, don’t ever visit, I’ll tell you I believe in God’s kingdom and I’ll see you and your mother again, but not in this lifetime. You’ll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn’t ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back. Monty, people like you, it’s a gift, you’ll make friends wherever you go. You’re going to work hard, you’re going to keep your head down and your mouth shut. You’re going to make yourself a new home out there. You’re a New Yorker, that won’t ever change. You got New York in your bones. Spend the rest of your life out west but you’re still a New Yorker. You’ll miss your friends, you’ll miss your dog, but you’re strong. You got your mother’s backbone in you, you’re strong like she was. You find the right people, and you get yourself papers, a driver’s license. You forget your old life, you can’t come back, you can’t call, you can’t write. You never look back. You make a new life for yourself and you live it, you hear me? You live your live the way it should have been. But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle. You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me? Give them a good life, Monty. Give them what they need. You have a son, maybe you name him James, it’s a good strong name, and maybe one day years from now years after I’m dead and gone reunited with your dear ma, you gather your whole family around and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from, you tell them the whole story. Then you ask them if they know how lucky there are to be there. It all came so close to never happening. This life came so close to never happening.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Now that I have lived / A lifetime’s worth of days / Finally I see / The folly of my ways / So listen when I sing of / The temptations of this world / Fancy cars and needles / Whisky, flesh and pearls / And then in the end / It’s family and friends / Loving yourself / But not only yourself / It’s about the good walk / And the hard walk / And the young girls you’ve made cry / It’s about make a little music everyday ’til you die / It’s a beautiful ride.” ♫ (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “We must face tomorrow, whatever it may hold, with determination, joy and bravery.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “He was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition that was referred to as ‘granulated eyelids’ and it caused him to blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was 34 years old.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Del… Why did you kiss my ear?” “Why are you holding my hand?” “Where’s your other hand?” “Between two pillows…” “Those aren’t pillows!” (35th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds.” (85th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “You are what you are and that’s one of two things. You’re nothing… or you’re something.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Here she comes down the street / My oh my, ain’t she sweet! / Why, here comes my hot toddy! / Look out! Over my dead body! / I’ll capture her heart singing! / Just wait until she geta a load o’ my dancing, yeah! / Just wait till I start singing! / I’ll just take her strolling down the road with my dancing!” ♫ (80th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “When you kill a king, you don’t stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “I have often dreamed of a far off place / Where a hero’s welcome would be waiting for me / Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face / And a voice keeps saying this is where I’m meant to be / I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance / I will find my way if I can be strong / I know every mile would be worth my while / When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong.” ♫ (25th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Ain’t like that no more. I ain’t the same, Ned. Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin’ whiskey and all. Just ’cause we’re goin’ on this killing, that don’t mean I’m gonna go back to bein’ the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters.” (30th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “You were pretty good with that hook.” “It comes from growing up in a rough neighborhood.” “Uh huh.” “You were pretty good on the bike.” “Well, that comes from not growing up at all.” (25th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Look, cowboy, you can’t go around with no identication. It’s against the law. How are people going to know who you are?” “I don’t need a card to figure out who I am. I already know.” (60th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Once upon a time, long long ago…” “Funny, nothing ever happens nowadays.” (75th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “What did he say?” “He said the train is lost.” “How can a train be lost? It’s on rails.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “There’s a reason we’re called loopers. When we sign up for this job, taking out the future’s garbage, we also agree to a very specific proviso. Time travel in the future is so illegal, that when our employers want to close our contracts, they’ll also want to erase any trace of their relationship with us ever existing. So if we’re still alive 30 years from now, they’ll find our older self, zap him back to us, and we’ll kill him like any other job. This is called closing your loop. Eh, you get a golden payday, you get a handshake, and you get released from your contract. Enjoy the next 30 years. This job doesn’t tend to attract the most forward-thinking people.” (10th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “That morning was just like any other. No love. No luck. No ride. Nothing changes.” (30th Anniversary)
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