"right!" "right!" "you can get there!" "i can get there!" "you're a natural at counting to two!" "i'm a nat'ral at counting to two!" "if you can count to two, you can count to anything!" "if i can count to two, i can count to anything!" "and then the world is your mollusc!" "my mollusc! what's a mollusc?
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?
Isaac knows how stupid i find these things, and he finds them just as stupid as i do. like lol. now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, it's lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!
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.
There are two kinds of love: we love wise and kind and beautiful people because we need them, but we love (or try to love) stupid and disagreeable people because they need us. this second kind is the more divine because that is how god loves us: not because we are lovable but because he is love, not because he needs to receive but he delights to give.
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