Thursday, January 28, 2010

1919-2010

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

He had a theory, Walt did, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

Life is a gift horse in my opinion.


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