Mother for Dinner Quotes

“(I lifted two hundred pounds today, Tenth once bragged to Fourth after a triumphant afternoon at the gym, flexing his arms and chest.
Why? Fourth had asked. We have machines to do that for us now.
It was a genuine inquiry, but Tenth had tackled him and held him in a headlock until Fourth admitted that lifting heavy weights was a reasonable pursuit despite mankind's significant mechanical progress.)”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“We have survived everything but freedom! he would fulminate from his seat at the end of the dinner table, banging the table with his fist and causing the silverware jump. War, hatred, violence, opression–all these combined could never do to us what Coca-Cola and Disney and Burger King have. We have lost our way! We have intermarried, we have assimilated! We have bought into the American Dream, but that dream is someone else's, and the dream they dream is a dream of our destruction.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“Nations are fictions, and I don't die for fictions.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“I said, Jesus Christ, are all people assholes? And he said, Yes. They are. From birth. He said that in the womb, we start as a tiny little group of cells–a blastula, he called it. The cell burst, and form an opening. In some creatures, that opening becomes the mouth. In others it becomes anus.
An anus?
An asshole, said Zero. That's the first organ to form; everything else comes after that. And so all creatures are either Mouth Firsts or Asshole Firsts. Guess which type humans are. We're assholes, Seventh, from day one. Every one of us. Gandhi was an asshole, Stalin was an asshole, Jesus was an asshole. Take everything else away–class, education, race, religion, appearance, rank–and essentialy, we're all just a bunch of assholes. It literally explains everything–Mudd, Unclish, you, me, religion, war, politics. Everything.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“Pero, ¿qué es eso de país? ¿En serio seguimos jugando a ese juego? ¿Todavía no hemos pasado esa pantalla, como especie? ¿Qué es un país? Dime, Séptimo. ¿Qué es una patria? Es una ficción, hermano, una ficción peligrosa.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“Si había que deshacerse, que fuera así: aceptando que somos todos tontos del culo. Tal vez entonces perderíamos el respecto a los tontos del culo de nuestros antepasados y abandonaríamos nuestras tradiciones de mierda, cuestionaríamos nuestras creencias, nacionalidades e identidades de mierda, borraríamos nuestras fronteras de mierda y conviviríamos todos juntos, todo lo bien que puede esperarse de una panda de tontos del culo.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“Séptimo solía preguntarse con precaución si terminaría contrayendo el odio de su madre, si heredaría su intolerancia, como un virus, como un defecto de nacimiento, a pesar de sus esfuerzos por resistir, una especie de síndrome del gilipollas fetal.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner

“De más joven había tenido miedo: miedo al rechazo, a no poder formar nunca parte del gran mundo que se abría al otro lado de la puerta. Pero, ¿qué gran mundo era ése?, se preguntaba ahora. No había ningún gran mundo, tan solo una colección de minimundos en guerra, con sus nacionalidades, géneros, política y religión, istas e ismos, neoestos y ultraaquellos. A lo mejor Rosebloom tenía razón. Si todos los demás estaban metiéndose en sus jaulas y llamándolo libertad, ¿no debería él hacer lo mismo? A lo mejor había llegado la hora de abrazar sus grilletes.”
― Shalom Auslander, Mother for Dinner