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“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to
skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out,
and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to
anyone, but they've always worked for me.”
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of
True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see
that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely
-- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is
what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect
yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your
happiness.”
The Proud Highway:
Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for
himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived
or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
“Life has become immeasurably better since I have been
forced to stop taking it seriously.” “THE EDGE, there is no honest way to
explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who
have gone over.”
“THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the
only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”
“Some may never live, but the crazy never die.”
“It never got weird enough for me.”
“If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or
else you're going to be locked up.”
“I have a theory that the truth is never told during the
nine-to-five hours.”
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit,
but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think
that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a
long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and
which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
“We are going to punish somebody for this attack, but just
who or where will be blown to smithereens for it is hard to say. Maybe
Afghanistan, maybe Pakistan or Iraq, or possibly all three at once. Who knows?
Not even the Generals in what remains of the Pentagon or the New York papers
calling for war seem to know who did it or where to look for them.
This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed--for anyone, and certainly not for a baffled little creep like George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it off.”
This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed--for anyone, and certainly not for a baffled little creep like George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it off.”
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