Huffman Quotes

You know that ‘no weapons at work’ policy?” I asked the twitching and growing hairy monstrosity standing less than ten feet from me. His yellow eyes bored into me with raw animal hatred. There was nothing recognizably human in that look. “I never did like that rule,” I said as I bent down and drew my gun from my ankle holster, put the front sight on the target and rapidly fired all five shots from my snub-nosed .357 Smith & Wesson into Mr. Huffman’s body. God bless Texas.

On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.

He answered her with a kiss. It was more than hungry; it was filled with months' worth of fear and uncertainty and longing. It was a thousand I'm sorrys and ten thousand I love yous.

Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.

I wondered what those mountains behind them might tell me, what advice they would give, if they could talk. What they would tell me about love, and about loss, and about how this wild place could heal as naturally as it could kill.

They were following me because I was ahead of them, which is no way to choose a leader. Following someone simply because they're out in front is never a good idea, but it happens all the time.

In this waiting, there is witness.

The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.

(Huffman had found his own media-friendly way of describing to the world what does Alexis do? He said, “I made Reddit. Alexis made Reddit cool.”)

There is no greater intimacy than sitting with someone traversing that tenuous boundary between worlds, sitting vigil with a spirit trembling on the border, reaching toward the new and releasing the old.

If you embark on this journey, you too will see the unfortunate life of the protagonist, who was made to do what no one willed, and who willed a path that resisted his own nature. It has been said that a rising tide lifts all boats, but some men are stones.

When his mind turned to look back at the memories of a life gone off the track, everything appeared murky, like looking through a stagnant pond, covered completely with green algae, black beneath with the overabundance of bacteria and rot that made it incapable of supporting any other life besides. Through the murk he saw love, love that wasn't cultivated, love that was left to wither and die on the vine in his vain attempt to find happiness. Happiness that he didn't even know he might have had in his hands, had he done his part. He saw missed opportunities, roads not taken, chances that asked too much of him. And his life, like a beautiful room that slowly emptied of all furnishings until it came down to only himself and the worn soiled carpet beneath him, the walls darkening to make the hell he thought would be his happiness - the hell that was his life.

True beauty can only be beheld by those who have an immense heart, not sharp eyes.

While I am still concerned about what the constructs are doing, I think this specific case is clear.’ Jess smirked at Eren. ‘Perhaps you need to work on your specificity.

Can you dig it sucka?

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Resurrection does not come without crucifixion, and you cannot celebrate Easter without living Good Friday.

How is it that we are called to make the greatest journey of our lives at the time of least strength?

Pain too much to handle also comes with exquisite beauty, as common as dirt, as unexpected as grace.

Grief would weave itself among the threads of love and life and hope, and I was starting to believe that what came of it all would still one day be beautiful.

Campaign ads are often nothing more than political taffy. The ingredients- the facts gathered by researchers such as Alan and me- are mixed together and prepared for the machine. The media experts who create and produce the TV ads stretch and pull this concoction of information to its breaking point, and sometimes beyond. It's cut into thiry & sixty second spots and presented to voters for their viewing consumption.

Of the immediate family of 7 Hawthorn Street, only Bishop Wright had yet to fly. Nor had anyone of his age ever flown anywhere on earth. He had been with the brothers from the start, helping in every way he could, never losing faith in them or their aspirations. Now, at eighty-two, with the crowd cheering, he walked out to the starting point, where Orville, without hesitation, asked him to climb aboard. They took off, soaring over Huffman Prairie at about 350 feet for a good six minutes, during which the Bishop’s only words were, “Higher, Orville, higher!

In September 2019, actress Felicity Huffman was sentenced to fourteen days in jail for shelling out $15,000 to rig her daughter’s SAT scores so she could get into a top university. In 2011, Kelley Williams-Bolar, a single black mother living in public housing in Akron, Ohio, was charged with multiple felonies and sentenced to two five-year sentences for using her father’s address to enroll her daughters in a better public school. That same year, Tanya McDowell, a homeless black mother living in Bridgeport, Connecticut, was sentenced to five years in prison for enrolling her five-year-old son in a neighboring public school.

Yuraw thought for a moment before saying that he would like to sing us a song. I was totally delighted as the deputy chief of Smangus began singing to us in his own language, drawing pictures in the air with his hands of mountains, rivers, and trees. His voice was strong and deep, and the fire pit glowed a dull red as the darkening sky wrapped around us. The love he felt for his community was palpable and for a moment the area transformed into a timeless space where the remoteness seemed the only thing in existence.

Before long, Huffman opened up a feature that let anyone create any subreddit—though that URL was hidden at first and therefore rarely used. It was another step toward giving the masses power over what they chose to see online—regular people rather than editors—and that decision steered the course for the company’s future more than they ever could have foreseen at the time.

of ugly ass state shoes, and grabbed a white laundry bag that was

They were part of a web of humanity, and the web was torn, and those of us who are left all have to do the work of repair. Grief is something we claim with even a passing knowledge of someone, rocked by the finality of death in the intimacy of its implications. They are in our lives, and then they aren't.

Someone has said that suffering stretches the heart, so that after it heals, it can hold more love. But I felt as though my heart were stretched to the breaking point.

If we are lucky, or careful, or daring, our lives are all about coming back to our senses.

At least our stories were beginning to be noticed as part of the human experience. That was a victory. At least . . . that’s what I tried to convince myself of. The actress who replaced me was Felicity Huffman. The movie was Transamerica.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger; who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. -Albert Einstein

silly calling, but a friend of mine is kind of adamant

There was healing in the tyranny, and tyranny in the healing.

photographers who cover those situations, we do have a little bit of a screw loose in that sense of being like moths to a flame, being drawn to experiencing that fear. It’s a powerful magnet that pulls you in, of wanting to know what that’s like, and wanting to experience that fear, kind of wanting to see how deep that fear can run. Seeing how close to the flame you can stand without getting burned. Problem with that is, you stand a good chance of getting burned at some point.

She became excited by the memory like a person who has been through combat or seen strange things and had their moral compass turned so much so that the springs inside have become a little unhinged.

Nothing works faster to make that happen than creating a sense of ritual and intention.

and after a Natchez slave fabricated an improved cotton gin based upon a description by his owner, who had seen Eli Whitney’s invention, many planters

Wright contended that after Martha died, “Captain Ross was so overcome with grief, he left the familiar scenes and went with his nephew, John B. Conger, through the then wild Indian country to Mobile, where he took a boat for the North. He

You are where you are for a reason. You can use it, or you can waste it.” His

The vibrations of an addict are of a very specific sort—they ricochet, out of control, mostly out of reach. The energy called up by the drug quickly disperses, leaving a void, a nothingness. Nature abhors a vacuum, so negative forces rush in, take up residence. The only immediate relief is more narcotics. It must be horrific. “Come in, come in. I’m Senator Jonathan Huffman. You’re welcome here,” said a man in his late sixties, with a booming, commanding voice. He was hale and hearty, a ruddy glow under an expensive haircut. Dressed in a navy blue jacket over khaki pants, he wore an honest-to-gosh ascot at his throat. He exuded wealth and privilege, innate confidence. And an overanxious need to be liked. He had one arm wrapped around a woman similar in age, who was fragile and birdlike, almost lost in her Nancy Reagan–style bright red ensemble. She nodded at us and smiled. “You’re friends of Oliver’s, I presume?” asked the senator. “Oh, hey, Gregory,” said Oliver with a

When I watched the playback, though, the commentary bothered me. Schiavone and Heenan talked about everything but the action in the ring.

A slow smile crossed his face as he lowered his head to brush her lips with his own. The kiss turned slow and torturous. It brought with it a smouldering fire that wound its way through her.

They stood frozen in place, a breath away from each other and afraid to move in either direction. A war waged within.

a good friendship is beneficial to both, a bought friend is a free enemy that no one can afford.

People should never surprise you. Humans have basic animal drives that are going to make people predictable. Don’t let them shock you. A person is too easily predicted. Now, Shirley listen closely. There are wolves and there are sheep. Most people are sheep. Even if a person is a sheep, don’t turn your back to them. There is a reason that sheep are so easily controlled...

He’d made a lasting impact in the world around him, not with fame or fortune, but with kindness.

Huffman synthesized many different chemicals that activated the CB1 receptor—and named them for himself: JWH-018, JWH-073, et cetera. Huffman designed his “synthetic cannabinoids” to lock to the receptor more powerfully than THC. Think of the difference between morphine and fentanyl. Morphine occurs naturally. Fentanyl is a synthetic chemical that activates the brain’s opioid receptors more strongly, and so fentanyl produces a stronger high and has a much greater overdose risk. By 1993,

hell that woman had put me through, was something I would NEVER dream of doing to another human being.

And then there is the mounting evidence for self-medication. Some of it is widespread in all sort of animals, such as the eating of clay, which contains absorbent components resembling Kaopectate, a commercial drug against diarrhea and stomach upsets. But apes are also known to chew the bitter pith of certain plants and to swallow whole leaves of others, both of which are assumed to have health benefits. Michael Huffman saw chimpanzees remove the outer bark and leaves of young shoots of Vemonia amygdalina to extract extremely bitter juice. Nearly all these chimpanzees showed diarrhea, listlessness, and worm infections. Fecal analysis revealed a striking drop in one chimpanzee's nematode infection following bitter pith chewing, a drop not seen in chimpanzees not taking this medicine. The same plants' bark and leaves contain toxins that can kill laboratory mice, but the chimpanzees must have learned to avoid these parts and extract only the beneficial compounds. For many African ethnic groups Vernonia is an essential ingredient in concoctions to treat malaria, dysentery, and a number of intestinal parasites.

At the start of the seemingly enchanted, ink-blotched forest, light leaked through the treetops as rays, like tiny streams of water through a beaver dam. He would, on occasion, stop and stare through the opening to remind himself what the sky looked like. Unfortunately, where Holt found himself further, whatever leaked through the analogous dam that existed previously, had been patched up. He could not see rays, but only mere photons clinging to the rough surface of tree bark and the tips of pine needles. The bright specks resembled what he imagined fairies to look like, their wings somewhere hidden in the blurry light bubble that surrounded them. His slight astigmatism made the creature’s detail much more amorphous.

...she breathed out her words like a piano key stuck in a sunken position, when just a little of its noise is expressed.

Watching as the pink sunlight made its escape up the waterfall, it reminded him of an hourglass.

I will have to sit with this thing that weighs on me like a stone. I will have to work to will each breath for as long as it takes, though it feel like eternity. In this waiting, there is beauty, if I am willing to hear it. In this waiting, there is witness. But it is hard. I am not in control.

On the other hand, it's really hard to make a language that's great at everything, in part just because there are only so many concise notations to go around. There's this Huffman encoding problem. If you make something concise, something is going to have to be more verbose as a consequence. So in designing a language, one of the things you think about is, “What are the things I want to make very easy to say and very easy to get right?” But with the understanding that, having used up characters or symbols for that purpose, you're going to have made something else a little bit harder to say.

One of the major problems with comments online—on news sites, blogs, and social media alike—was that they displayed chronologically, allowing trolls and spammers an equal voice to informed critics and enthusiasts. “To me, that’s the dumbest thing ever,” Huffman said. With his approach of letting users’ votes power the ranking of comments, and simply not displaying the most downvoted ones, Reddit deftly hid dull, promotional, harassing, or simply idiotic comments (all of which Huffman simply called “shitty comments”).

Here’s what my friend and business associate Kurt Huffman said: “People are afraid of the consequences of failure. People are afraid of being fired, ridiculed, hurt, black-listed, demoted, etc. People may still not like failure. I don’t ‘like’ failure. But when I know the consequences of my failure are seen as learning opportunities rather than a pink slip, it facilitates rather than stifles innovation.

The leaves they choose always are covered in indigestible hairs, and the animals never chew them, as they would food, but rather swallow the leaves whole—sometimes as many as a hundred in one bout. All that roughage, Huffman believes, dramatically accelerates the movement of food through the GI tract, purging them of at least two species of parasitic worms.

The freer a society, the tenser its tensions.

Humor shares an edge with hilarity.

Horror shares an edge with hilarity.

Honoring a life is honoring the wide open space of wilderness and unknowing where the sacred dwells.

Tracks were adumbrations of the energy of life all about us, the recent history book of wilderness.

Suffering is a jealous and lonely state. It can't abide the company of anything else. It is greedy; it demands all of one's energies.

Are we meant to be pilgrims of the depths?

What is known might sometimes sustain us, but what is unknown will save us.

Moments of profound fear have a kind of beautiful purity, Anderson said. All of the gray areas of life disappear, and there is only the matter of living or dying. “And the simplicity of that, the crystal clarity of that, is so powerful, so beautiful and it’s—it’s hard to put that into words, but calling it adrenaline, or chalking it up to being an adrenaline junkie, that’s not it at all, that totally misses the point.