Inspirational Quotes by Grant Ginder — Words of Wisdom for Daily Success

“In appearance, they are nearly identical....They could also lead him anywhere. To more forked roads; to dead ends; to Greta. If New York is a grid, Paris is a handful of spaghetti, dropped on the floor by a toddler.”

“I'm broke and I need to fly to Paris.”

“I had a shift after lunch, and when I got to the store, Neil was waiting for me by a display of iPhone cases. He had this crazed look in his eyes, like if he didn't get to talk to me his nostrils would consume his entire face, so I ignored him and walked to the opposite end of the store...”

“I briefly considered throwing my salad in my brother's face -- just letting him have it, spinach and all -- but then figured that would be rude, considering I wasn't the one who had paid for it, and so I opted instead simply not to respond.”

“I'm sorry," I said. "I guess I don't know my own strength.”

“The class was divided in to three stations, and Robbie B explained eash of them to me with a g-less version of its corresponding gerund; trampin', liftin', whippin'....In liftin' I'd be doing things with weights: curling them. pressing them over my head -- the sort of shit that I'm sure people consider manual labor elsewhere, but that in New York you pay fifty-two dollars to do.”

“The class was not fun, as Nick had promisjed....Once, Robbie B yelled at me over this microphone, by name, to "whip" harder, so I did. I whipped so fucking hard that as he was walking by, the rope sprang up and hit him in the face....His nose was red and blood was poring down hto his shirt. He started clapping....”

“Oh, come on. I'm kidding. Your situation is very different from mine. I mean, Jane was a poet. No one, under any circumstances, should ever live with a poet.”

“He reminded himself that he was dealing with Americans, and that if Americans are good at one thing it is uninvited and pointless intervention, even if it comes at the expense of a prolonged war in the Middle East, or -- worse -- a low-moving Starbucks lline.”

“Greta arguing with him and, by extension, with Nancy, would at least feel like a return to the normalcy of a month ago, a time when things like family dinners did not result in someone absconding with a French nationalist, but rather followed a predictable pattern for which Nick became nostalgic: cocktails and ruthless criticism, followed by a nice Pinot Blanc and someone in tears.”