Henry Rollins Quotes

When is a crisis reached? When questions arise that can't be answered.

The indictment, in a lot of ways, that was the turning point.

I came from Mechanicsville, Virginia, where you have four seasons.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.

I always want to do a big finale.

I use New York to talk about home, but the ideas in 'Colossus' could be transferred to other cities. The story about Central Park is really about the first day of spring in any park. The Coney Island chapter is really about beaches and summer and heat waves.

There's nothing like desperation to sharpen your sense of focus.

That was the turning point. It was as though the signal was there, 'This is the disease you're going to have to work against.' I never really stopped to think about anything else. It was that sudden.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

Sometimes you don't know if you're Caesar about to cross the Rubicon or Captain Queeg cutting your own tow line.

There comes a moment... When imagination gives out and Reality leaps forth. It is frightful!

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.

You don't know who's good or bad until you get to that crisis point.

May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.

When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

The successful men of today are men of one overmastering idea, one unwavering aim, men of single and intense purpose.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

Time was the only variable in every equation of power and oppression--how long before the pot boiled over.