[b]John Dos Passos
I never see the dawn that I don’t say to myself perhaps.[/b]
And then one day: I never see the dawn that I don’t say to myself forget it.
Either that or fuck it.
And then maybe, if you’re lucky, you fall back to sleep.
I’ve always thought you should concentrate on paddling your own canoe.
Or even making it.
A curious thing about atrocity stories is that they mirror, instead of the events they purport to describe, the extent of the hatred of the people that tell them.
Yo, Joker!
Among others here of course.
The terrible thing about having New York go stale on you is that there’s nowhere else. It’s the top of the world.
Not counting Mayberry perhaps.
The people of this country are too tolerant. There’s no other country in the world where they’d allow it… After all we built up this country and then we allow a lot of foreigners, the scum of Europe, the offscourings of Polish ghettos to come and run it for us.
Of course that’s debatable, isn’t it?
A writer … whittles at the words and phrases of today and makes of them forms to set the mind of tomorrow’s generation.
I know: How scary is that.
Man seems to be an animal whose capacity for lies is only equalled by his credulity…
This may well be the most perfect description of Trumpworld: the lies he tells, the lies they believe.