Here’s some stamps. Learn how to write a letter or something.
To Sir, with love.
Sir, I don’t - I don’t know how to tell this story.
Maybe you should drink a little.
Let’s start at the very beginning - a very fine place to start.
I have an alternate version of the first chapter.
The night was hot. Wait, no. The night… The night was… humid! The night was humid. No, wait. Hot. Hot! The night was hot. The night was hot and wet. Wet and hot. The night was wet and hot… hot and wet… that’s humid. The night was humid. Maybe the night isn’t humid. Maybe… the night isn’t humid. Maybe it was humid in the morning and at night it was cold. That gives you fog. Ha! The night was foggy! The night… The night was… The night was… The night… The night was dry, yet it was raining. The… The… The… The streets were wet,… but the night… was as bright… as… the… earrings in Margaret Donner’s ears! My God! I’m goin’ outta my mind! Fuck it!
You know, the only thing that matters is the ending. It’s the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one… is very good. This one’s perfect.
I know books, I have 186 of them at home.
I need that book, I want that book, I want you to stay but if you make me have to choose I’ll kill you and take that book
When I was your age, television was called books.
She and those books of hers. All they want is one thing: smash and destroy. Smash everything we’ve ever built up in this country.
Well, it’s a job just like any other. Good work with lots of variety. Monday, we burn Miller; Tuesday, Tolstoy; Wednesday, Walt Whitman; Friday, Faulkner; and Saturday and Sunday, Schopenhauer and Sartre. We burn them to ashes and then burn the ashes. That’s our official motto.
Killing is my business, and business is GOOOOOOOD!
We invented the free enterprise system, where anybody, no matter who he was, where he came from, what class he belonged to, if he came up with a better idea, about anything, there’s no limit to how far he could go.
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!
What squinky eye?
He’s blind. That’s all. That doesn’t make him good or bad! That just makes him blind. And now, he’s blind with a purpose. Because he’s looking out for the sick and the hungry of his own ward.
Well, well, well! Mr. Blind Man, you’re positively an incredible human being. You’re a walking advertisement for hiring the handicapped!
I wanted to teacher her what language is. I know without it to do nothing but obey is no gift. Obedience without understanding is a blindness too.