“Advertisements are our secular prayers. And when our prayers aren’t answered, the spiritual energies released by so many unmet desires focused on a single photograph or frame of film can result in a kind of corporate-sponsored low-pressure system, a Bermuda Triangle of the emotions whose human inhabitants feel abandoned and alone.”—David Samuels, “Notes from Underground.” Harper’s Magazine, May 2000
“…I know something about dread myself, and appreciate the elaborate systems with which some people manage to fill the void, appreciate all the opiates of the people, whether they are as accessible as alcohol and heroin and promiscuity or as hard to come by as faith in God or History.”—Joan Didion, “Comrade Laski, C.P.U.S.A. (M.-L.).” Slouching Towards Bethlehem.
“There was a double bed, a mirror, a double bed in the mirror, a closet door with mirror, a bathroom door ditto, a blue-dark window, a reflected bed there, the same in the closet mirror, two chairs, a glass-topped table, two bedtables, a double bed: a big panel bed, to be exact, with a Tucson rose chenille spread, and two frilled, pink-shaded nightlamps, left and right.”—Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov. 1955
“When I was a kid, there was someone in my family, an adult, and whenever I saw them, they would say, “You got a lotta nerve.” From the time I was a little kid, it was always like, “Heh, heh, heh — you got a lotta nerve.” I always thought, What does that mean? But then when I got older, I thought that it was an instruction. If you tell a kid something, it sticks. I think I do have a lot of nerve. But, I mean, I think I maybe got it from that person who said it to me.”—“Christopher Walken: What I’ve Learned,” Esquire. May 2009
“It’s tough having heroes. It’s the hardest thing in the world, It’s harder than being a hero. Heroes are generally expected to produce something or other to reconfirm their mandarin-fingered clinch on the hot buns of the bitch muse, which sometimes comes closer to resembling a set of clawmarks running down and off the edge of a shale precipice. At sunset, even. And that’s no office party, kiddo.”—Lester Bangs, “David Bowie: Station to Station." Village Voice