Why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? Because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. In this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (night streets of madness)
To live only to sufferonly to feel the injury of life repeated and enlargedit seemed to her she was too valuable, too capable, for that. Then she wondered if it were vain and stupid to think so well of herself. When had it even been a guarantee to be valuable? Wasn't all history full of the destruction of precious things? Wasn't it much more probable that if one were fine one would suffer?
Ivanov: once i worked hard and thought a lot but i never got tired; now i do nothing and think of nothing, but i'm tired in body and spirit. My conscience aches day and night, i feel deeply guilty but i don't understand where i am actually at fault. And add to that my wife's illness, my lack of money, the constant bickering, gossip, unnecessary conversations, that stupid borkin... My home has become loathsome to me and i find living there worse than torture.
Its big men are mostly little men with fancy offices and a lot of money. A great many of them are stupid little men, with reach-me-down brains, small-town arrogance and a sort of animal knack of smelling out the taste of the stupidest part of the public. They have played in luck so long that they have come to mistake luck for enlightenment." - on hollywood
Simon! The voice was clarys. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what hed most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. Simon, you stupid idiot! Im over here! At the window! Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
In all my life i'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the where you going? It was something i wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time i felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?
Dreamily the princess stood up. "i'm not sure if i can walk," she said. "then i'll carry you." "is that what love is?" "i no longer know what love is. A week ago i had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that i'm in love, i haven't a clue. Now that i'm in love, i'm completely stupid on the subject.
Let's take pravda in the 1980s. I mean you could have read things in pravda saying that it was a stupid error to invade afghanistan: "it was a dumb thing to do, we have to get out, it's costing us too much." i mean that u.S. Analog of that would be "extreme liberalism," and it has been pretty well studied.