"C’est pourquoi les vrais artistes ne méprisent rien ; ils s’obligent à comprendre au lieu de juger. Et, s’ils ont un parti à prendre en ce monde, ce ne peut être que celui d’une société où, selon le grand mot de Nietzsche, ne règnera plus le juge, mais le créateur, qu’il soit travailleur ou intellectuel."
"I’m not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I’m not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what’s a bololey
when it’s a folly?
I’m not your larder,
I’m your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I’ll fill up your belly.
I’m not your larder,
I’m Alife your guarder”
"yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
There’s still time to change the road you’re on”
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow"
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"When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive."
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
William Blake: No, I traded it.
Nobody: For what?
William Blake: I’m not telling.
William Blake: Thief.”
"Lucien: hey what’s up? What’s your name?
The girl: What kind of accent is that?
Lucien: It’s a french accent. You know I’m french, I’m from France. Don’t you think it’s sexy?
The girl: No that’s not a sexy accent.
Lucien: ho, don’t you like it? (…) Everybody loves my accent.(…) Hooo, I’m sexy and I’m french! Everybody loves my accent! I’m the best! Je t’aime”
ATCQ, Luck of Lucien