It’s like that book I read in the 9th grade that said “'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people.”
What we done in France, we had to do. And some as done it, didn’t come back, and that kind of thing ain’t for buying and selling.
Today’s figures for operations in the urban area alone account for the elimination of a total of 2,750 pounds of conventional editions, 836 pounds of first editions, and 17 pounds of manuscripts were also destroyed. Twenty-three anti-social elements were detained, pending re-education.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
You know, but that’s valid because if we are all gonna die anyway shouldn’t we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I’d like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.
There’s no present like the time.
Next to me in the blackness lay my oiled blue steel beauty. The greatest Christmas gift I had ever received, or would ever receive. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, pranging ducks on the wing and getting off spectacular hip shots.
Have you guys ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome the way they all stick together. Ducks never say die. Ever seen a duck fight? No way. Why? Because the other animals are afraid. They know that if they mess with one duck, they gotta deal with the whole flock. I’m proud to be a Duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you. So how about it? Who’s a Duck?
Duck, you sucker!
At power forward, The Quackster of the Court: Daffy Duck!
I’ve worked with a lot of withe-quackerth, but you are dethpicable
Sometimes, it’s not so easy being Fearless Leader.
I asked him, how can a man be brave if he’s afraid? “That is the only time a man can be brave,” he told me.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.
As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, friend.
This you can trust.
Trust my rage.
That’s my secret. I’m always angry.
A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.