•"I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another."
- Ch. 10, All Quiet on the Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning. . . Smelled like
[sniffing, pondering] victory.
Apocalpse Now
Civil disobedience: Emerson and Thoreau.
Henry, What are you doing in there?
Ralph, What are you doing out there?
If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
- I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man's in most heart.
- It does, Mr Bloom said.
Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning.
- Joyce, Ulysses
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
~Oscar Wilde
“There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
George, I love Oscar Wilde.
From The Happy Prince.
"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me
edgar, Wandel will love that as I do.
@edgarblythe,
“We read to know that we are not alone.”
― C.S. Lewis
“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.”
― C.G. Jung
"All I remember about my wedding day in 1967 is that the Cubs lost a
double-header."
~George F. Will
@George,
“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality. ”
― Beatrix Potter
"Why don't you write books people can read?"
~ Nora Joyce to her husband James (1882-1941)
@msolga,
Our founding fathers wore wigs! Ru Paul
@msolga,
If Joyce wrote other than he did, he would not be remembered.
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
T E Lawrence - The Seven Pillars of Wisdom (Mrs Joyce might have given Lawrence the same advice)
“If you gave [Jerry] Falwell an enema he could be buried in a matchbox.”
― Christopher Hitchens
"Be good and you will be lonesome"
Mark Twain
"Humankind cannot bear too much reality"
T.S. Eliot
"Every group has its ritual signs, and the necessary disconnect they imply. Every person copes with the tension between substance and appearance, and integrity involves an endless struggle to reconcile them."
James Carroll, NYTimes
