Slapstick, or Lonesome No More! Quotes
Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
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“If you can do no good, at least do no harm.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, 'Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency'.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Since Alice had never received any religious instruction, and since she had led a blameless life, she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place. Good for her.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut? Why don't you take a flying fuck at the mooooooooooooon?”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“History is merely a list of surprises,' I said. 'It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again. Please write that down.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“I love you, Eliza,” I said.
She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” I said.
“It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” I said.
“It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in this we were freaks. Hi ho.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“I have had some experiences with love, or think I have, anyway, although the ones I have liked best could easily be described as "common decency". I treated somebody well for a little while, or even for a tremendously long time, and that person treated me well in return. Love need not have anything to do with it. (...)
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolosh to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency".”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolosh to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency".”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“This person has just arrived on this planet, knows nothing about it, has no standards by which to judge it. This person does not care what it becomes. It is eager to become absolutely anything it is supposed to be.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Aside from battles, the history of nations seemed to consist of nothing but powerless old poops like myself, heavily medicated and vaguely beloved in the long ago, coming to kiss the boots of young psychopaths.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Hi ho”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“I can think of another quickie education for a child, which, in its way, is almost as salutary: Meeting a human being who is tremendously respected by the adult world, and realizing that that person is actually a malicious lunatic.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“I have had some experiences with love, or think I have, anyway, although the ones I have liked best could easily be described as "common decency." I treated somebody well for a little while, or maybe even for a tremendously long time, and that person treated me well in turn. Love need not have had anything to do with it.”
― Slapstick or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick or Lonesome No More!
“Also: I cannot distinguish between the love I have for people and the love I have for dogs.”
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“Fascists are inferior people who believe it when somebody tells them they’re superior,”
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“Standing among all those tiny, wavering lights, I felt as though I were God, up to my knees in the Milky Way.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“The museums in children’s minds, I think, automatically empty themselves in times of utmost horror—to protect the children from eternal grief.
For my own part, though: It would have been catastrophe if I had forgotten my sister at once. I had never told her so, but she was the person I had always written for. She was the secret of whatever artistic unity I had ever achieved. She was the secret of my technique. Any creation which has any wholeness and harmoniousness, I suspect, was made by an artist or inventor with an audience of one in mind.
Yes, and she was nice enough, or Nature was nice enough, to allow me to feel her presence for a number of years after she died—to let me go on writing for her. But then she began to fade away, perhaps because she had more important business elsewhere.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
For my own part, though: It would have been catastrophe if I had forgotten my sister at once. I had never told her so, but she was the person I had always written for. She was the secret of whatever artistic unity I had ever achieved. She was the secret of my technique. Any creation which has any wholeness and harmoniousness, I suspect, was made by an artist or inventor with an audience of one in mind.
Yes, and she was nice enough, or Nature was nice enough, to allow me to feel her presence for a number of years after she died—to let me go on writing for her. But then she began to fade away, perhaps because she had more important business elsewhere.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“And how did we
then face the odds,
of man's rude slapstick,
yes, and God's?
Quite at home and unafraid,
Thank-you,
in a game
our dreams remade.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
then face the odds,
of man's rude slapstick,
yes, and God's?
Quite at home and unafraid,
Thank-you,
in a game
our dreams remade.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“What does seem important? Bargaining in good faith with destiny.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“FËDOR Mikhailovich Dostoevski, the
Russian novelist, said one time that, "One sacred memory from childhood is perhaps the best education." I can think of another quickie education for a child, which, in its way, is almost as salutary: Meeting a human being who is tremendously respected by the adult world, and realizing that that person is actually a malicious lunatic.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
Russian novelist, said one time that, "One sacred memory from childhood is perhaps the best education." I can think of another quickie education for a child, which, in its way, is almost as salutary: Meeting a human being who is tremendously respected by the adult world, and realizing that that person is actually a malicious lunatic.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“We have hugged each other maybe three or four times - on birthdays,very likely, and clumsily. We have never hugged in moments of grief.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“I am a brother to writers everywhere.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“In case nobody has told you," she said, "this is the United States of America, where nobody has a right to rely on anybody else--where everybody learns to make his or her own way.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please—a little less love, and a little more common decency.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please—a little less love, and a little more common decency.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head. It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you too’?”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
“Yes, and Eliza and I composed a precocious critique of the Constitution of the United Staes of America, too. We argued that it was a good scheme for misery as any, since its success in keeping the common people reasonably happy and proud depended on the strength of the people themselves-- and yet it described no practical machinery which would tend to make the people, as opposed to their elected representatives, strong.”
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
― Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
