52 Quotes by Brian D'Ambrosio

But ours is all lifegeranium plants in sunny windowstucked alongside banks of the Rio Pueblocapturing the light and staying healthyphysical attraction of two acrobats

Mornings are cool like a spy,cool like a rebel,cool like a rhetorical street fighter,cool like an unfilled spot where wit and joy once stood,cool like the man who can make productive use of his demons,cool like the deciphered eccentricities of good friends,cool like the later protest-and-psychedelic era.

Simplicity matters. Especially when it comes to the muscle memory of boxing. That is perhaps rule number one. Simplicity works. Simplicity is repetition. Repetition is function. Boil function down to one action, maybe two. Left or right. Simplicity. Simplicity is really the hardest thing.

To be a boxer is to be within yourself, inside your thoughts and feelings.

After you have seasoned your gloves with the blood, sweat and tears of your opponents, all else is anticlimactic.

Boxing is the most extreme metaphor of personal liability – you enter the ring alone and compete the same way.

Boxing encompasses the very worst and very best of human nature and its beautiful brutality is a marvelous contradiction for a writer. It conjures up so many irreconcilably antagonistic feelings.

Boxing begins in illusion and ends in real blood and tears. That's what makes it so beautiful.

Pay phones, relics of an almost-vanished landscape,always a touch of seediness and sadness,and a sense of transience,sweaty phones used by men outside maternity wards,feeding them fistfuls of change.