May 24, 2008

“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” – Hemingway


February 29, 2008

“I can’t relate to this world. I’m not bored enough.” – Of Montreal

January 14, 2008

“I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.” – J.D. Salinger

November 5, 2007

“Art does not hurt us. The tears that we shed at a play are a type of the exquisite sterile emotions that it is the function of Art to awaken. We weep, but we are not wounded. We grieve but our grief is not bitter.” – Oscar Wilde

November 2, 2007

“We have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the primates.” – Alan Fletcher

October 25, 2007

“The fuckers, the bean counters, the lawyers, all these assholes at every label. Those are the people who wrecked the record business – not Napster, not some college kid downloading shit. The people without vision.” – Anton Newcombe

October 24, 2007

“See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn’t really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of ’em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.” – Kerouac