The Violence of Apathy

October 24, 2008

We felt that doing nothing in a period of repressive violence is itself a form of violence. That’s really the part that I think is the hardest for people to understand. If you sit in your house, live your white life and go to your white job, and allow the country that you live in to murder people and to commit genocide, and you sit there and you don’t do anything about it, that’s violence.

Naomi Jaffe
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Quotes from American Psycho:

Patrick Bateman: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

 Timothy Bryce: [after snorting “cut” cocaine] I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking Oaties.
Patrick Bateman: Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we’ll be okay.
Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you keep it down? I’m trying to do drugs!
Timothy Bryce: [speaks to the patron in the next booth] HEY, FUCK YOU!

Jean: What’s that?
Patrick Bateman: Duct tape. I need it for… taping something.

Chingachgook: The frontier moves with the sun and pushes the Red Man of these wilderness forests in front of it until one day there will be nowhere left. Then our race will be no more, or be not us.
Hawkeye: That is my father’s sadness talking.
Chingachgook: No, it is true. The frontier place is for people like my white son and his woman and their children. And one day there will be no more frontier. And men like you will go too, like the Mohicans. And new people will come, work, struggle. Some will make their life. But once, we were here.

The Last of the Mohicans

Heist

October 6, 2008

Jimmy: No one can hear me.
Joe Moore: No one can hear what you don’t say.
Jimmy: Hey, I’m as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton.
Joe Moore: I don’t want you as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton. I want you as quiet as an ant not even thinking about pissing on cotton.

another gem from David Mamet

Travelin’ Man

October 5, 2008

Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leaving my home, leaving my friends,
Running when things get too crazy.
Out to the road, out ‘neath the stars,
Feeling the breeze, passin’ the cars.

Women have come, women have gone,
Everyone trying to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free,
Others, they only enraged me.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
I tell you, those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.

Travelin’ man, love when I can,
Turn loose my hand ’cause I’m goin’.
Travelin’ man, love when I can,
But sooner or later I’m goin’ on.
Travelin’ man, travelin’ man.

Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
Tell you, those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul.

-Bob Seger

October 5, 2008

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”

-T. S. Eliot

October 5, 2008

“Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it.”

-Friedrich Nietzsche