"We're freaks, that's all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that's all. We're the tattooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too."
"I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody."
"Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here - the first house down the road, maybe - there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight."
"I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I
could respect."
"She was not one for emptying her face of expression. "
Showing posts with label 1961. Show all posts
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Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Line By Line: Joseph Heller, Catch 22
"You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age?"
“You wouldn’t be normal if you were never afraid. Even the bravest men experience fear. One of the biggest jobs we all face in combat is to overcome fear.”
"You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail."
"[T]hat's the way things go when you elevate mediocre people to positions of authority."
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