Craig Johnson
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Craig Johnson
Craig Johnsonis a Canadian former professional ice hockey player. Johnson played offense during all his minor hockey and became a feared defence for the rest of his professional career between 1991 and 2003...
ProfessionHockey Player
Date of Birth16 November 1971
poetry littles spirituality
I approach poetry and spirituality like literary nitroglycerin -- a little can do a lot and you better damn well be careful with it.
running moving school
If there's a character type I despise, it's the all-capable, all-knowing, physically perfect protagonist. My idea of hell would be to be trapped in a four-hundred page, first-person, first-tense, running monologue with a character like that. I think writers who produce characters along those lines should graduate from high school and move on.
reading writing thinking
Writing is a solitary pursuit and I think you have to be partially at peace with yourself, but it's the other part that's usually producing the stuff worth reading.
people support embodiment
A writer, like a sheriff, is the embodiment of a group of people and without their support both are in a tight spot.
men revolution young
Revolution is the industry of young men.
anger tanks problem
The problem with anger is that once it burns out, you're left with empty tanks.
exercise risk illness
If someone is starving, excessively exercising or using purging behaviors, then we know they are in a high-risk place for turning on the psychiatric illnesses,
mean basques company
A life without friends means death without company. (Adiskidegabeko bizita, auzogabeko heriotza.) —BASQUE PROVERB
halloween holiday effort
We've never done a coordinated music effort. Everything else we've done has been around a holiday - Halloween, Mardi Gras, half way to Mardi Gras, St. Patrick's Day.
horse men battle
Henry figured that the reason the Cheyenne had always ridden Appaloosas into battle was because by the time the men got there, they were so angry with the horses they were ready to kill everything.
art long want
Artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.
light truck pickups
I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.
mortality
Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.
sight two construction-workers
The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.