|Because they do not think the other, they do not have time.
|Nothing is more difficult than accepting a gift.
|There's no expedient to which a man will not resort to avoid the real labor of thinking.
|Our counterfeit love is destined to take on the form of true love.
from "Black Lizard"
|Love conquers all. And rapes and pillages.|
|What does it mean if you put off procrastinating?|
|The law of supply and demand: the more you have, the more you need.|
|Have the courage to be a coward.|
|Everywhere the same: inhospitable to the other.|
|You try to contrive a perfect alibi, sir, and it's your perfect alibi that's going to hang you.
|It's rather a comfort to have given up hope entirely.
John Dos Passos
|Search for "spirituality": lack of spirit.|
|Those who prepare for war make war.|
|There is something about riding down the street on a prancing horse
that makes you feel like something, even when you ain't a thing.
|There is hope, but not for us.
|Do not despair; one of the thieves was saved.
Do not presume: one of the thieves was damned.
Samuel Beckett (attributing to Augustine)
|One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.
|Death or glory, just another story.
|Rassurez-vous: tout va mal.
[Rest assured: it's all going bad.]
|God sacrificed himself for you. Are you willing to sacrifice him for yourself?|
|Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off.
Mark E. Smith
|Tyranny is holding anyone to my pretense. (Including me.)|
|Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ake
Do be my Enemy for Friendships sake.
|The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and
fragrant drop of levity -- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned
it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.
|It's bad luck to be superstitious.|
|Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so.
John Stuart Mill
|I will forget this moment.|
|The world is petty. Aspiration makes it so.|
The cotton-candy misery of all this might have been dreamed up by a Catholic
schoolgirl who loses her God and thinks that if she doesn't find something
to put in His place the world will come to an end. If you use Hollywood as the
test tissue for mankind, what could the prognosis be? Brimstone, of course,
brought on by the fornication and bitchery that audiences enjoy.
God, love, rights. Man (and woman?) grossly justified. What about the violence
that is morality? Arrogance beyond the sheer chance of living.
|Perfection is admirable. Imperfection is dear.|
|You learn something new every day. Then forget it the next.|
Acting is half shame, half glory. Shame at exhibiting yourself, glory when you can forget yourself.
|Epiphany -- a dime a dozen.|
|Even genius has its squalor.|
|To live is to lose.|
|I saw a beautiful girl in a magazine store. Ephemera. How could I forget that name?|
|Don't marry anyone you haven't spent your whole life with.|
|The oldest trick is the book.|
|Remarks not attributed are those of Greg Macon.