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- Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It's a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.
- Every man has his own destiny: The only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
- I see America spreading disaster. I see America as a black curse upon the world.
- More obscene than anything is inertia.
- No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man's front embraces the whole universe.
- Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation- the other eight are unimportant.
- Writing is its own reward.
- So I was at liberty, let us say, to write something about Coney Island in winter. If they liked it it would appear in print, my name would be signed to it, and I could show it to my friends, carry it about with me, put it under my pillow at night, read it surreptitiously, over and over, because the first time you see yourself in print you're beside yourself, you've at last proved to the world that you really are a writer, and you must prove it to the world, at least once in your life, or you will go mad from believing it all by yourself. And so to Coney Island on a wintry day. Alone, of course. It wouldn't do to have one's reflections and observations diverted by a trivial-minded friend. A new pad in my pocket and a sharp pencil.
- The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough of is love.
- The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.
- To enter life by way of vagina is as good a way as any
- We are dancing in the hollow of the cup of nothingness. We are of one flesh, but separated like stars.
- Love is complete and utter surrender.
- I have never regretted anything. Regret, like guilt, is a waste of time.
Tropic of Cancer?
- I moved these out of that section, while expanding one of them which was clearly from another work ~ ♞☤☮♌Kalki·†·⚓⊙☳☶⚡ 10:53, 25 December 2017 (UTC)
- A man does not need to be rich, nor even a citizen, to feel this way about Paris. Paris is filled with poor people - the proudest and filthiest lot of beggars that ever walked the earth... And yet they give the illusion of being at home. It is that which distinguishes the Parisian from all other metropolitan souls.
When I think of New York I have a very different feeling. New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance. New York is cold, glisttering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit...Nobody knows what it's all about. Nobody directs the energy. Stupendous. Bizarre. Baffling. A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.
- That's all life is; a celebration against entropy.
- Still prowling around. Mid-afternoon. Guts rattling. Beginning to rain now. Notre-Dame rises tomb-like from the water. The gargoyles lean far out over the lace facade. They hang there like an idée fixe in the mind of a monomaniac. An old man with yellow whiskers approaches me. Has some Jaworski nonsense in his hand. Comes up to me with his head thrown back and the rain splashing in his face turns the golden sands to mud.
- All the men she's been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned current of life flowing through you, through her, through all the guys behind you and after you, the flowers and the birds and the sun streaming in and the fragrance of it choking you, annihilating you.
- I knew I wouldn't ever trade all this whirling about my head for Russia or heaven or anything on earth.
- I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy & willing to die.
- For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood.
- Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.
The history of the world is the history of the peivileged few
Video - History They Won't Teach in Schools (by ThePhaedrus83) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-U5EZ-J75o
- Oh, I see the relevance. The quote is actually "The history of the world is the history of a privileged few". It's from Sunday After War (1944). Added per suggestion. Gordonofcartoon 11:14, 3 January 2010 (UTC)
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