Cameron Conaway Quotes

Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.
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The storm before the calm.
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In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.
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A counter to a jab is a left hook. What’s the counter to prejudice?
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What's not there is.
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The taste of moon's song.
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Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.
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Concrete breathes sun's heat.
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Dew moves mountains.
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In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.
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I turn to Willa Cather’s quote: Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
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The historic beauty of BJJ rests not with its ability to allow a smaller man to maim a larger man, but with its ability to allow any man of any size to survive.
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The weight of wait.
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So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.
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To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.
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The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.
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My next fight would not be measured in rounds, but throughout a lifetime. It would sustain and fulfill me longer than anything in the cage could. My opponent, my fight, would be against the slipping aspects of American society.
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I didn’t want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.
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Unreality cooled reality’s burn.
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...real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.
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We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.
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The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.
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How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
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Fights begin and end with handshakes.
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It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.
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We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.
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If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.
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Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.
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Fighting and writing’s deepest layers of beauty lie not only in the physical and mental realms of what we know, but also as an incognizable instinct, a realm we will never fully know but will forever feel.
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I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.
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Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.
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Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.
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A poet could kill the dead.
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The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.
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