and there will never be another one like you

"He's sweatin', look at him…
Optical promise…
(Heh, heh, heh.)
You'll be dead and in hell before I'm born…
Sure thing…
Bridesmaid…
The only solution —
Isn't it amazing?"

satire is a lesson, parody a game

"To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute."

look here brother, who you jivin' with that cosmic debris?

"Beauty is a pair of shoes that make you wanna die."

intolerance is evidence of impotence

"Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life."

negotiate

"The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you're free."

most people's deaths are a sham. there's nothing left to die.

"I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores."

your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative

“I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.”

the breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea

"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."

i confess, i do not believe in time

"I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is."

red hair, grey eyes

"Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead."

(you need meat) don't go no further

"There was preserved in her the fresh miracle of surprise."

the grand highway is crowded with lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget

"People need connections (writers, heroes, stars, leaders) to give life form. A child's sand boat facing the sun. Plastic soldiers in the miniature dirt war. Forts. Garage rocket ships.

Ceremonies, theatre, dances...to reassert Tribal needs and memories; a call to worship, uniting above all, a reversion, a longing for family and the safety magic of childhood."